Feed Me!

This morning there were extraordinary crow noises coming from out front so I got up to look. Turns out it was a juvenile crow with two adults LOUDLY begging for food. Having, presumably, been brought to our café for breakfast and expected to fend for itself at least a bit. It did pick up a seed or two, but mostly demanded service from the parents. Or older siblings, for all I know. Crows tend to have extended family relationships.

The extra is a picture of an amazing event yesterday evening. My Girl showed up, with her two teenage boys (born in the spring of 2024) and three fawns (born in the spring of 2025). THREE. What. The. Heck. ?? Babysitting? It does make me think though that perhaps My Girl's fawn is alive and well, which is heartening.