Saturday, April 23, 2005

Dinner at dusk

A crow is having dinner in the bird park as I write this. At the moment, she's gobbling big chunks of suet. I've cut back on the seed lately. Blame it on the pigeons cooing at dawn. But it's Saturday night and I shoveled out the goodies...and they came in droves. I don't get people who think birds don't have language.

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