“Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. Remember all things are possible for those who believe.” ~ Gail Devers
my new friend
When I got home from work I saw a smallish bird sitting near the pine tree. I thought it was a grackle that didn’t shy away from the opening garage door, and jokingly said to myself, “Too bad it’s not a crow.” There have been a pair of crows in my pine tree for about a month, and I was hoping they had built a home there, although I can’t see it if they have. I went into the house, opened the windows to let the delicious spring breeze in, and as Leo sat crouched in the window, I heard a crow begin to caw mightily. It was a ruckus for sure, so I went back outside. The crow flew up a few branches and stopped talking. I went back inside. About fifteen minutes later, Wally wanted out yet again. As I opened the door I saw something black in the middle of the yard. It took me a second to realize it was a bird; I reckoned it was the grackle and it must have been hurt, and Wally killed it (that’s the only way the little short-legged feller could catch it). Wally and I approached. It wasn’t a grackle. Lo and behold, in fact, it was a baby crow. Furthermore, it wasn’t dead. I talked to it for a very long time, and for all the world he seemed to understand. Naturally, I got the camera and spent more time with him, talking as I snapped. Eventually, he headed for the safety of the fence where he remains. Wally and I check on him every so often, and we’ve been greeted by the adults cawing from the oak. They never swoop down on us, and the baby is a cool character, too. As you can see, Wally escorted him to the fence. He’s a good boy. If anyone has any ideas on how I can help Edgar Allen Crow (yea, I went there), let me know. I feel like I’ve been given an incredible gift.
Edgar Allen Crow and his dog
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Oh my how sweet and to see Wally, the escort. WOW ?