swarbles.

this reminds me of a story i meant to post about and forgot until just now.

last week, i was at the gas station near where i work.  it was very cold out.  there was a kfc bag left in the parking lot, immediately next to the trash can, right by my car.  it might have actually blown out, but more logically, the person probably did a drive by and missed the trash and didn’t care that they had done such a thing.

so i was buying gas, and this crow came and flew over next to the bag.  and he was so brave and not afraid of me, although he did not like the click click click sound the gas tank cover made and backed away when i closed the gas tank cover.  but he did get pretty close to me before backing away.  i talked to him for a while, i told him i hoped he was warm enough.  i worry a lot about birds being warm enough and their feet in winter, knowing what the winter does to my skin, imagining it on bird’s feet always upsets me.

as i got back in my car, i realized that there was someone on the other side of the pump, staring at me.

i can’t imagine i’m the only person in the area who talks to animals all the time.

as i drove away, two other crows flew over to the bag and they started to pull it apart.

i hope they at least got some potato wedges.  or that they found some crow sized winter boots.

(via fuckyeahcrows)