A Gift Of “Gods”

I saw the family of crows winging over our parking lot to gather in a sequestered and broad-spaced tree.

I wondered what I had to give to them for eating, and if it was prudent. For crows, like humans, enjoy delectable things.

As I contemplated this further while muching on my favorite granola, a slight shift of the slippery box on angled car seat sent it open spilling under the parking break.

“Noooooo, I like this treeeeaaatt!” I wailed out quietly, trying to see if it was salvageable.

But, then I looked up and found crows love berries, nuts, and seeds – and I knew they would enjoy dismantling the crunchy, stuck-together clusters.

So, I gathered the spillage into a white paper towel, made sure the youngling crow still in the tree saw me to tell the others, and tossed it all around on the ground for them to investigate as they please.