Crows aren’t the prettiest of birds, are they? They’re really kinda ugly if you think about it. Big, loud and imposing … the very qualities I try to avoid in life.
And, I’ve been seeing too many of them wherever I go lately.
Crows seem to be everywhere.
There’s crows in the garden. Crows in the blue skies above. Crows at the park. At the playground. On the way to town. On the way home from town.
Too many crows cawing away at the world.
In fact, so many that I have caught myself ignoring the beautiful little red robin happily pecking away at breadcrumbs. Next to the crows.
I’ve not seen the pansies still clinging to life in the deep winter freeze. Next to the crows.
I’ve almost missed the sound of my children’s squeals of laughter as they hurled their first snowball. Next to the crows.
Those blooming crows.
Fearless. Clever. Adaptable. Majestic.
Soaring high above the sky without a care in the world.
They don’t miss a beat.
And, I think I could maybe just learn a thing or two from them.
Image courtesy of bbc.co.uk