CROWS

Our local trio of crows—Forethought, Afterthought, and Thought—arrived today for lunch, on schedule, as they do most Fridays and Saturdays.


[1] Forethought, the bravest of the three, sits on the powerline next to the black walnut tree, waiting for old bread crusts to be thrown out the front door.


[2] Forethought and Afterthought take scraps of bread to the small pool that forms at the end of the driveway after a good rain. This morning, it had just recently thawed when they began to use it to soften the bread.


[3] A squirrel races by, hoping to get one of the crows to drop his or her bread.


[4] Thought joins Forethought and Afterthought, as does the aforementioned squirrel.


[5] Symmetry.