Just after having dinner with mom and dad in the main house I was trudging out to my barn with laundry. It was dark and raining and I had left my jacket outside. In the distance, to the west, a murder of crows was cawing a ruckus chorus of crow laughter. The bastards! they couldn't see me but they knew I was getting wet while they were safely tucked away beneath limbs and branches.
Oh well. I guess crows need a little humor now and then too.
The last few nights I've had intense and portentous dreams which leave me with rich and delightful after thoughts so I am looking forward to tonight's episodes. If you read this before Tuesday morning perhaps my mind will draw upon your consciousness to form new and interesting reflections.
Good night and good dreams.
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The crows are weird. The birds all around here have been especially visible and active the last couple of weeks. The last vivid dream I had was of a coming tornado the other night. Not scary because I dream about them pretty often.
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