High up in our tree sits a crow busily enjoying his apple, the harassment of smaller birds a mere annoyance. On the ground, a sleek, black companion keeps two rabbits company. From the neighbor’s chestnut tree comes a raucous caw. I think back to my drive up the hill — a full contingent (a murder of crows, that is) scattered at my approach.
It’s a crow portent, if I’ve ever seen one, so I will watch for new endeavors and strive to be my authentic, what-you-see-is-what-you-get self. Grateful for the message.