Thought, Forethought, and Afterthought.
My two regular crow visitors bring their sometimes friend, Thought, along with them for the day's bread. They place themselves in the scene based upon their names—Forethought in the foreground, loud and boisterous; Thought in the middle ground, somewhat near but comfortably wary; and Afterthought lurking in the trees, just out of sight, peeking around twigs and leaves to check on things.
The small pool of water at the driveway's end provides a means for easily breaking the bread into more manageable pieces. Occasionally, all three will gather at the pool, splitting a slice of bread or tortilla shell between them.
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