Day 3 of Blogging from A to Z. Today’s letter is C
C is for Cawing Crows and Crumbs
Cawing crows announce
Hard crumbs strewn across the yard
Birdbath’s now bread soup
Mother’s back yard is a sanctuary where all the leavings of the table are tossed out to the enjoyment of every bird, squirrel, and heaven knows what other creatures venture on the periphery of the perpetual feast she provides.
The crows fascinate and annoy. There is always a lookout, and when the bounty appears, the call goes out. The flock arrives swiftly and and perches on the high wires and in the trees then descend together.
They don’t like old bread much less that that is gone hard as croutons. We watch in fascination as one by one they take the large pieces of old bread and dunk them in the birdbath until it a veritable bread soup.