Today I saw a low flying
crow. The tip of its wings almost touched
the ground as he flew. Was this bird afraid of heights? Were there unseen air currents holding him
down? It seemed all very odd. Maybe he was following the scent of freshly
squished squirrel, who knows? Without
various scents having any distinguishing color to them, it is impossible to
tell. Maybe he thought he was a pelican
skimming the tops of waves.
I imagine his view was one of a
drone scanning the blades of grass and weeds, not really taking the time to
focus on any one thing but simply a passing blur. He must have been on some kind of a bird mission.
I seriously doubt if any crows in
this neighborhood have ever seen a pelican or felt the salty spray of the
ocean. Funny how nature places the right
species in the proper environment.
Pelicans have no issues with salty air, while crows may turn their noses
up at beach smells.
Fish, sunblock and a variety of tourist odors could prove to be too much
for the country scavengers. Just as we
never see city giraffes or desert otters.
A place for everything and everything in its place.
When designing animals,
location must have played an important part.
“I see you’ve drawn an antelope.
Just where do you plan on putting those?”
“I was thinking New Jersey,
why?”
2 comments:
Now that is something to ponder! I also think that crows have a hierarchy. In the quiet of the morning, I often hear one crow squawk, and another answer several blocks away. No other crows can be heard! They keep this up for quite a while. I often wondered just what they were saying and if other crows were listening and paying attention.
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