A minor salute to the crow
by Ken Carpenter
Today’s story was written in 2003. It is a relatively short tale about crows, lean on details and history but heavy on the personal view of things.
I like crows, except when they lurk around eyeballing me like I am their next meal. That happens more than I like, and in fact there are two crows in our neighborhood that delight in spying on me.
I hope I haven’t taken to walking like one of their brothers. Their walk is one thing I am not overly fond of.
I seriously doubt if they care though. Worries are one thing that crows are not burdened with. Their next meal is always just around the corner.