Sunday I looked out the window and there was a large crow in the bird bath acting rather peculiar.  Curiosity finally overcame me and I went outside to see what he was doing.  I got to the bird bath and in it I found a fried chicken leg that looked as though it had  come from the pan only minutes before.  This was not something grabbed from a trash bag.  I do believe he was rolling it around in the water to cool it enough to eat it.

     Yesterday I looked out the window and saw the crow in our Tulip poplar, eating something.  Oh, dear if it was something the dogs might find and choke on I thought I’d better go see.  He took off when I opened the back door.  I walked to the bird bath first because of the last incident.  Good thing I did.  For there in the bird bath were the remains of a small bird.  ICK!  I don’t do dead critters.

     I called The Curmudgeon outside and let him clean out the bird bath.  He started making jokes about a Crow’s hobo stew.  “Hey, he’s a green crow, he was using solar power to make his stew.”

     GAG!  “Just clean that ick out of there.”  I went inside to get away from the sick jokes.

     You all have a good one!