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

Cuts You Up

thank you Peter Murphy!
it has been years and I always
go back to this inexplicably haunting song...
Cuts You Up



I find you in the morning
After dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me
Like the sun through the blinds

You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
"Hold the secret close", I hear you say

You know the way it goes about
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
To conquer it, to feel you're higher

To follow it you must be clean
With mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place

On and on it goes
Calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour I will walk
Cut the thick and break the thin

No sound to break, no moment clear
When all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind

You know the way it twists and turns
Changing color, spinning yarns
You know the way it leaves you dry
It cuts you up and takes you high

You know the way it's painted gold
Is it honey? Is it gold?
You know the way it goes about
It takes you in and spits you out
Cuts you up, cuts you up, cuts you up

You know the way it goes about
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
To conquer it, to feel you're higher

To follow it you must be clean
With mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place
Cuts you up, cuts you up

It's okay, it goes this way
The line is thin, it twists away
Cuts you up and spits you out
Keeps you walking but never shout