an expostulation of crows
unceremoniously drowned out
by the lawncare quartet –
mower, blower, chipper, and saw
they cling to the high sawara
in hunched recrimination
thinking, I think,
much the same as I
© Sarah Whiteley
Crow update? Well sure!
The crows are still in the midst of molting (or moulting for my UK friends). So they’re looking a bit scraggly at the moment. Added to that, their numbers are increasing as a precursor to the winter roosting so I’m at the time of year when there are no longer just 5 or so following me about, but 15-20. Most walks consist of me, two dogs, and an abundance of bedraggled looking, very vocal crows. This morning I had roughly 10 walking in close formation behind the dogs – it looked like I had my own feathered army. One woman stopped her car, leaned out the window after honking at me, and said “they’re very bold, aren’t they?”
I’m very pleased that I can still pick Coyote out of the bunch and more often than not the two babies from this year’s nesting.
A little farther north, Sorrow is still around and still comes swooping in for treats. He’s always been quiet for a crow and doesn’t demand or cluck or scold like Coyote does. I haven’t seen Mirth for several months now and I have to believe that either he’s gone his own way apart from the flock or he’s simply no more.
I’m enjoying my strange friends while I can. A move is on the horizon for me so I’m afraid my time with Coyote and his brood and with Sorrow is limited. I’ll miss them more than I probably ought to – silly, sentimental me – but will appreciate their raucous company while I still have it.
oh! I hadn’t thought of that -leaving the crow clan – I will miss them too.
And will be sad that you are no longer that crazy crow lady walking down to the park with her wee beasties (one of which is probably carrying a bedraggled pink rabbit) followed by her contingent of seriously feathered and vocally demanding crow companions. The city will be poorer for it 🙂 K
I’ll have to write and illustrate that children’s book now! mom’s been asking me to 🙂
one should always listen to ones mother!
“lawn order” always squelches some measure of pleasure for living things….
as do time, and change… 🙂
Hmm…I wonder if they’ll follow you?
Love it Sarah! You’ve caught the crows, the noisy machines and your reaction; ours too!