Left at the ‘usual’ time for our walk this morning.
Not dark.
No crows until about halfway through.
Then there were six, but they seemed wary and didn’t come down from the tree.
That started to change about two-thirds of the way through.
By the time I got home, over thirty.
Waiting and not shy.
When the first peanuts landed, it was a blur of motion.
I kept an eye out for beauty and inspiration as per usual.
Found some mushrooms.
Then, a swirling cloud of caws behind me, it was time for my morning coffee ritual.
ian m dudley 