The crow family showed up this morning, they haven’t been around as much lately with the colder temperatures and the shorter days but this morning, the sun has broken through for awhile, long enough, long enough, the crow family swooped down in unison driven by smell, sight, or patterned memory they each picked up a large piece of slightly stale panettone I had left to share with them, slightly stale slightly wet, on the rain soaked patio cement among the still falling yellowed maple leaves and each, mouthing their large citrus laden treat alighted on the back fence boards turning back for a moment, with one eye to me in acknowledgment, before the flurry of their wide spread black wingspans shadowed my field of vision, as off they went to their breakfast in their nest PS. Even on dark, sad days it feels good to feed the birds.