For eighteen days, I waited for a crow. Every morning I carried my coffee to the porch, settled into my chair, and looked hopefully toward the feeder. The internet had assured me that if I put out peanuts, provided fresh water, and exercised enough patience, the crows would eventually appear. Eighteen days later, the feeder … Continue reading Short Story Saturday: The Arrival of Paul

Recently, I decided to become the Food Human for the local crows. Why? Honestly, because I thought it would be cool. This adventure began on Monday, and as of this writing, the official crow visitor count remains at a grand total of ZERO. Apparently crows do not hand out friendship lightly. They observe. They evaluate. … Continue reading Short Story Saturdays