…looking in.
Cripes, I had to show you this. The crows are arguing overhead and hopping around on the roof. They sound like a bunch of horses, and I thought birds were light.
They’ve become bolder this year since Flicka went over the rainbow bridge, sensing that there is no more indignant Sheltie barking at them, chasing after them. I miss my Flicka every day, especially when the crows start with their racket on my roof.
Gotta get a cat!
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