This morning while Annie B and I were taking a walk, a crow dropped a walnut on my head. When I told Irene, she said I should go back with a hammer and break walnuts for the crows to eat. She said then the crows would be our friends, follow me home, hang out with us.
Of course no one in our house is in their right mind at the moment.
1 comment:
What an amazing story... and a sign. (Don't ask me of what, but it's obviously a sign.) Crows already are your friends.
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