I’ll admit it, I’m the first one to grab a broom and wave it at the marauding crows as they move en mass through the ‘hood in the spring, looking for eggs to steal.
And I know why.
Aside from being so clever, it’s the bonds they make among their families that I so admire.
Always on the lookout for one another, ready to face together whatever may come their way.
Joined at the wing.