Talking to Yourself

I guess that's what most blogs are. By just putting it out there you exist. There will be a record that you were there and you did think and type. Stored for eternity on some server somewhere - just 1111000 and 0010010010010's and more. Forever or until the power goes off.

More crow and other stuff

Tonight a co -worker came to me to ask me about a "raven" in the parking lot with a broken wing. I suspected it was a crow and probably my crow from this weekend. (Although any one who can tell one crow from another is a crow) It seemed likely. It was a crow with injured wing feathers hopping about under a stand of pine trees. Another crow from the likely family was above. I had a cardboard box and piece of fabric in case I needed to catch her, plus the plastic bag I put in my car on the weekend in the case I needed to euthanize her with carbon monoxide from my car's exhaust.

Turns out that she could get up into the tree, broken feathers and all. I went back about an hour later and she was gone. So she is mobile. I left some dog chow for her. Darn crows.