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Karmic Crows
She remembered her Gran telling her as a child to beware of the crows as they were seen as a bad omen
It was a while since she’d had time to feed the crows, but they still remembered her, and many flew over head as she walked the woodland route to or from work. The elder crow with the gnarled pale beak always led the way. Confident and cheeky. Often standing in the path before her as if laying down a challenge. But she knew he liked her, as he would let out a greeting and step aside as she approached. To be honest, Tess felt like one of the pack and wished she could fly alongside them.
On the walks she imagined them cawing to each other, “There she is. Caw. Follow her. She may have food. Caw!”
She smiled and made a mental note to pop over with some juicy scraps for them all at the weekend when she had more time.
Tess was true to her word and found some crusts, fatty ends from the ham and a handful of cooked peas. They enjoyed the small feast, especially the meat, being omnivores.
She threw the scraps all around her so there was plenty of room for even the younger, less dominant ones to get a look in. She stayed a while, enjoying the bird show. Then as she left they followed her to the gate…
