Todd Duncan Tennyson
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Took the red dog over to mom's today so we could all get out for a walk.
I parked the truck and heard a murder of crows making a hell of a racket up in the big white oak across the street.
There were probably 30 or so birds.
When we walked out of the driveway to do our walk, two of the birds were fighting up in the top of the tree.
They somersaulted and fell 50 feet to the pavement below.
The birds continued their battle, and the stronger of the two was able to shove the other info a gutter that went below the street.
I do not generally interfere with mother nature.
As we walked by the gutter, I looked in, and the bird was looking up through the grate bars.
His black eyes were shining and his feathers were shining iridescent.
There was no way that the bird was going to be able to escape.
I am not a huge fan of crows, but something in me couldn't walk away.
To me, birds are the epitome of freedom, to see one looking up from the drain in a hopeless situation
was not something I was going to let happen.
I handed the dog lead off to mom and tried to pull up the iron grate.
It was heavy, really heavy.
I gave it a good pull and was able to lift it up and set it aside.
The bird looked up at me for a moment as the other crows were calling and calling and almost in a frenzy.
I said, "well, it is a good thing that I saw you get pushed in there, you would be as good as dead otherwise.
The crow jumped up and out of the drain and flew up into the trees with his group.
Maybe some day when I need help, he'll be there.
I'd like to think so.
I parked the truck and heard a murder of crows making a hell of a racket up in the big white oak across the street.
There were probably 30 or so birds.
When we walked out of the driveway to do our walk, two of the birds were fighting up in the top of the tree.
They somersaulted and fell 50 feet to the pavement below.
The birds continued their battle, and the stronger of the two was able to shove the other info a gutter that went below the street.
I do not generally interfere with mother nature.
As we walked by the gutter, I looked in, and the bird was looking up through the grate bars.
His black eyes were shining and his feathers were shining iridescent.
There was no way that the bird was going to be able to escape.
I am not a huge fan of crows, but something in me couldn't walk away.
To me, birds are the epitome of freedom, to see one looking up from the drain in a hopeless situation
was not something I was going to let happen.
I handed the dog lead off to mom and tried to pull up the iron grate.
It was heavy, really heavy.
I gave it a good pull and was able to lift it up and set it aside.
The bird looked up at me for a moment as the other crows were calling and calling and almost in a frenzy.
I said, "well, it is a good thing that I saw you get pushed in there, you would be as good as dead otherwise.
The crow jumped up and out of the drain and flew up into the trees with his group.
Maybe some day when I need help, he'll be there.
I'd like to think so.