Currently, only the first crow comes.
It arrives immediately after I do and I feed it. Then it flies off to join its mate.
It comes back at the end of the day, alone. I feed it again.
It doesn’t hang out in the tree, always leaving after it eats.
It seems happy to be fed. Beak open in the crow version of a smile, it hops around jauntily, with chest puffed out. Like it’s taking great pleasure in doing something mildly forbidden.
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