Hector Crow. The first of the gang to die?

One of my dear dear friends crows died today
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

crows

Sad day, there are 2 crows around the office,
remember the crows back from 2006?
not sure if they are the same ones, probably
often I leave them Ezekiel back slices of bread
and left over fruit.
Friday morning I only saw 1 crow and was calling desperate,
making loud noises, never saw the other crow coming.
Friday evening, I saw a 'murder of crows',
crows get together to mourn a bird lost from the flock.
[watch this great PBS documentary on crows]

Today there was only 1 crow again.
He came when he saw me, they recognize me,
I left some apple for him,
I am afraid he lost his couple RIP crow #2

pict from 2006, older post on crows around the office

Animals Grieve, they have feelings,
they mourn their families and have complex connections.

All those animals living in factory farms,
chickens, pigs, cows, or the ones in the so-called 'humane' farms
know when a member of their family is dead.

Please stop eating the animals,
it is NOT necessary for you to survive and to be a healthy person
(on the contrary), don't make them go through this time

sidewalks under construction

A man is building a little road
That road will serve many other men to walk on

While that man is building the road
He thinks of the benefit his work will bring

Yet one day, once the road is finished
He won’t have anything else to pass his seconds every day
Since the road is already built

Now is the job of the men walking that road?
To know what their walking through will be beneficial to…

This is not a religious parabola or anything like that
I just think of how I spent every second of my day
Some of my seconds are spent building something that I will use later
Some are spent in using those things I built before

At the end of the day
I just have seconds spent
I guess that is life
Spending the seconds in a ‘proper’ way…

Life’s passing
As I type
As you read…
As we breath
in and out...

I wish I could be in love one day again
With an unknown man that cares
For some of my seconds share
and for watching with me the crows cry

love is a good way to pass your life around
art such as... works also dignifies

this friday morning

a crowing crow!
on a tree as shown below
as i arrive today to work

i think crows read my blog!
since now for me
they pose

good friday of crows
friday finally good lord

and www.23hq.com is down for some more

crows cuervos

can’t tell why
but crows seem to be my favorite birds lately
and i am not into birds anyway

i just find them cool
with their lustrous shinny black coats
even in the summer

a reminiscence of being a the cure and depeche mode fans
not to mention sisters of mercy

i bet crows like to listen to the sisters of mercy
how can you be a crow? wear always black?
and not like the freaking sisters of mercy?
you must like them if you are a crow
therefore you have to be cool, eh?

probably hipster crows even like nin
and some other punk metal

then there is those sounds they make
that cooing that sounds so demanding
irreverent, little rude and impertinent

agggkkkk agggkkk they scream
for food and for your little
obviously-less-evolved-than-theirs-human attention

crows don’t like you
crows don’t like humans
and i bet somehow they consider us
minor species that they can use
since we leave everywhere trash and food leftovers
that they can eat
otherwise for them
we are disgraceful
with our naked skins without a lustrous black plumage
and our coward-like pitched voices

crows are neat
i miss seeing them lately
under the sun
against grass green
demanding for food
aggggkkkkk
agggggkkkkk
screaming
hiding