There's a Crow Flying

Dark and Ragged, Tree to Tree...

I don't expect crows ever think about what it must be like to 'be a crow'.

Or ever think 'I wish I was a robin. Or an Eagle!!! I'd love to have been born a bloody Eagle! Gone on stage... adoring fans... while I start to sing... on a dark desert highway... Oh errrr.'

No they probably just fly and make noises, look for 'stuff', never questioning or thinking of ambitions, or holidays, or what to have for tea. Well maybe they do think about what to have for tea.

Shopping for clothes today. That's one thing a crow never has to do. It's one thing I may never. do. again. *shudder*

Thanks blippers for the responses to yesterday's photo. Really - thank you.