An American Crow Story

This morning I heard a loud tapping sound like a creature from the wild was trying to build something up in my attic. So I went outside in my pajamas, shivered a bit from the cold, and looked up at the roof of my house. That’s when I saw an American Crow tapping on the weathered roof shingles with his beak. So I clapped my hands and yelled up at the crow to scare him away. He looked down at me with a wild bird smirk coming from his eyes and his beak, opened his wings, and disappeared into a dark gray cloud that was lingering above my neighborhood so it could observe how we humans spend our time when it’s cloudy and chilly on a Sunday afternoon. Later I told my wife the story about how our home was attacked by a crow, and she smiled and said I acted like a brave warrior after being scared by the tap, tap, tapping noise. Then she asked me if I knew the crow’s name and if he was married or single, and then after a two minute pause, asked me if I knew why he wanted to poke a hole in our roof? In the afternoon, while the fallen leaves were dancing in circles in my garden, I went outside and saw a crow on my neighbor’s roof. When he saw me he spread his wings, and tilted his head, and made a loud high-pitched cawing sound that I interpreted as, best regards to the wife.