I met a crow who was on a shovel handle in the open place near Cormac. The wind was so cold my toes were ice so I don’t know how little talons felt. He was cross from the start and I never did know what all the cussing was about. There was a bag at the base of the shovel where he sat but I couldn’t get near it without fear of wearing a patch on my eye forever. I even gave him some flatbread and he ate it but when I said no more he started cussing again. Maybe he’s like that at first and he will be nice later I don’t know. Some critters are just mean though so maybe not. Probably too tough to eat anyway.
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