Courtesy Chris Takacs
It seems just about every morning as I head out the door for work there is a Fish Crow perched atop a nearby telephone pole voicing its nasally call for the all world to hear. Although I am usually rushing to my truck dreading the coming onslaught of the morning Route 17 traffic I try to stop and give my corvid friend a hello back.
“Hey up there” I usually yell out, not caring much if my neighbors look at me a little strange ( I rarely say good morning to them). Of course the Crow never pays me any mind at all, kind of rude but then again I am sure he or she is having a very busy morning also.