I took my morning walk this afternoon--the days have gone cool, and this morning was too cool for walking. Even this afternoon I had to wear a jacket. Besides, I had to go to the dr. this morning.
My walk
On the grassy areas near the Wells Fargo Bank a genuine murder of crows--I counted 25--busied themselves and did not like my coming into their territory. They screamed at me as they scattered, many of them flying up to sit in the tops of the closeby honey locust tree, whose leaves, I noticed, have begun to turn. The tree thinks it's Autumn, this 13th day of September.
I wonder if the cool weather told my owl it was time to go. My little screech owl, who made his summer home in the tallest ash tree in my front yard. We visited every day. I spoke. He didn't, but he sometimes opened his eyes to give me a hello. Fierce eyes. He was up there yesterday, even toward nightfall. But today he is gone, more's the pity.
I say it's too soon for Fall, would appreciate a few more 80-degree days. But my wishes are irrelevant.
It should be clear I don't like crows any better than I like squirrels. I can remember when seeing a squirrel was an event, something to cheer about. I was very young then and did not live in Idaho. Now I find squirrels to be the local pest, digging up my lawns, tearing the bark from my trees, running noisily all over my roof, and generally being ubiquitous.
Crows.The American crow is a large passerine bird species of the family Corvidae. (This straight from Wikipedia, the source of all truth.) But I digress.
While I respect the crows for their intelligence, I found that large group of them to be a clear threat this morning. I don't trust them. Should I? They don't trust me, you know.
