There seems to be only one living thing higher than me right now (high as in feet above the ground, not the other way): a crow that has been honking or crowing or whatever they do for about 45 minutes, perched on the power line on Rt 88.
He/She seems to be talking to another crow, across Rt 88, on top of another pole. What are they talking about? Getting other crow friends together to donate to the billboard radiothon? Where they can find worms for lunch? Planning a divebomb attack on our inflatable hawk?
Posts
1 comment:
Were you referring to Edgar Allen Pole?
Post a Comment