The Nut-Cracker Crow

Sara Kendrick (on the Soup) told me a story about a crow. And from that story, I had her permission to write a poem from what she observed. For her story, go to my poem, 'Brown Bag Lunch" and read her comment. ____________________________________________ "Caw! Caw!' was the sound of a crow, as he flew over my head toward a pecan tree. How does he crack those nuts? I wondered? as with a full beak, he flew past me. I watched him by an Atlanta street, as he waited for a light to turn from green to red. Then, quickly, he swooped down and placed the nut where he knew a car's tire would tread. "Caw! Caw!' was the call of the crow, as he flew down once more to be fed. But of course he waited 'till the light turned green, otherwise, he knew he'd be dead! The nut-cracker crow, amazed I watched him go, and pondered how much more a small crow could know? _____________________________________________ Note: Obviously much more! According to the internet, crows have a brain the size of a human thumb. They can solve complex problems and are as intelligent as a 7-year old. They are definitely no bird-brains! Someone once said, "There is nothing more humbling than knowing that consciousness is not just a human characteristic." On the internet there are stories about both friendly and mean crows. The comments are mostly about the mean ones. But friendly crows who have visited bird feeders often leave gifts like feathers, shells, and other small trinkets of thanks.