Poetry, memoir,blogs and photographs from my world on the west coast of Canada.
Did I tell you about the family of crows that come regularly and sit on our window ledge at lunchtime, sharp at one p.m? A murder of crows, as they say! These birds have got used to the first food, right out of the pot! And they have learnt to make a kind of a gurgling sound and a soft caw ..
love the image, strongly drawn.
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