Every morning…I mean every single morning, I go outside first thing and “caw” for my Crows to come to breakfast. I feed them bits and pieces of our meals from the day before.
I’ve been doing this for 30 years.
My neighbors think I am certifiable.
I have no idea how many families or generations the one or two crows who immediately show up represent, but I CAW, and they come.
Up there on top of the telephone pole, just like clockwork.
Then I say, “Good Morning. Here’s your breakfast.” I toss the food on the grass and before I am all the way turned around, they are on it.
They don’t like me to watch them eat.
But the pole has been crowded lately…
Hope they don’t leave for another restaurant with all these newcomers!