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.