or I think he died today, early this morning.
The crows live around my office
I feed them every morning during week days
This morning I found his body.
It was so heartbreaking, to see his black little legs
his black feathered shinny body lifeless on the grass.
Was it a hawk that killed him?
Was he poisoned? Not sure why I got this idea.
Just yesterday or 2 days ago,
I saw the gang (murder) of 5 flying around!
And today, there is only 4 left.
These crows know me very well,
they come closer and fly over my head when they see me
specially if I am wearing my red sunglasses,
they like me wearing them,
some times they fly so close to my head,
I get a little afraid...
I feed them raw cashews and peanuts,
they have been my friends for years now.
I think one died before.
But I am not sure if it was the same murder.
I always recognize one of them that a
bald part on the neck, he seems older...
But in honor of this L.A. classic Morrissey song
I title the post like this
The First of the Gang to Die.
and I name my dead crow friend, Hector.
Good bye Hector,
your beautiful blackness crossing fast
against the blue skies, will be so missed
your loud cawing calling me will be no long.
You stole my heart away.
Rest in Peace, Hector, the crow.
|Hector, the first of the crow gang to die|
|Hector black beautiful legs, lifeless|
|The rest of the crow gang (murder), this morning, not far from Hector's body|
|Crow murder saying good bye as I go back in the office|