A sudden screeching noise going on and on made the dog stop in her tracks today. I assumed it was an aeroplane but the dog knew better and was looking up into a twenty foot spruce. Then the mystery was solved, a large hooded crow flapped out of the branches in rather an ungainly fashion and gradually the noise hushed. He or she had been busy feeding the chicks in a large nest balanced precariously in the uppermost branches.
Strange to think of crows as caring parents rather than heartless scavengers.
Hello Freda!
Just wanted to pop in and let you know that I'm honored that you've listed me in the 'blogs that I read' section.
BTW, don't give up on the writing, especially if you feel that it's part of your 'calling.' You never know what uses HE has for it. I've felt that same calling since I was 12 and regret ignoring the urgency that I've often felt, only to try and write weeks or months later and find that the passion was already lost. There's a reason for the nagging urgency…
Jeni