I am not a fan of the crows. They make a lot of noise. They are pretty annoying birds. I’m not a fan.
I’ve written posts about how mean I can be or how sometimes I’m just not nice, and the crow gets some mean vibes from me.
Today though, I have a different perspective on crow – well, at least this one particular one. I don’t know what happened to it. I don’t know why it’s not really moving around, but I have one sitting right off of my deck. It’s sitting on the ground – and it’s wounded. It is dying. It probably won’t be there tomorrow morning, and I don’t know what to do with it. My dogs are very interested in it, but I find myself going out there to check out whether it’s still there or not.
I am mean, but when something’s dying, how can I be mean to it. It’s a weird place to be – to care about something that I’m just not a big fan of. The crow has taught me that as mean as I can be, that it is possible to still care.