There was a pair of crows that hung around our house on the Oregon coast. I loved seeing them interact, one sidling up next to the other, head down, wanting to be groomed. Or flying past, sticks in their beaks, as they built their nest in a tree on the next block. I would sometimes give them some of Abby's kibble, tossing it down from the front deck as they stood in the driveway below. As I came out the door, they would immediately fly over to see what I had. They say crows recognize faces; they remember those who have done them wrong and remember those they feel comfortable around. Shortly before we moved, I took a few final photos of them and I love how this one looks. Like a crow, I will remember them as well.
July 15th, 2015
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