A Good Morning

I didn't know he had a fish until I saw the photo on my big screen. Poor things never seem to have leisure to enjoy their meal, as they are always swiveling their heads around to keep an eye on the world. There were three or four crows inching closer and closer to his perch, but I'm not sure what the worry was; I don't think crows are its predators. Nor does he prey on them, so they wouldn't need to drive him away. Maybe they just were trying to provoke him to drop the fish. I sit here making up stories about these creatures, when I clearly know nothing about them at all, except that I think this is a stunning magnificent feral animal and my heart sings every time I see one.