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Maybe I’m a Mama Crow After All
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Nov 2, 2023
This morning my partner and I went for a walk to soak up November’s brisk air before it warms up again.
We noted ibises, a vulture, and crows on a telephone line. Though they can make a ruckus, I’ve often thought crows were majestic — with their sleek blue-black feathers and piercing eyes.
Today, I learned from Marcus that crows are very protective of their young and respond aggressively to threats.
The other day both our kids came home upset after run-ins with the same bully. I was livid. I ranted, raved, and vowed to avenge my little loves. (Eventually, I did calm down enough to discuss how the kids might compassionately engage the ruffian.)
I always thought I was a Mama Bear when really —
I’m a Mama Crow.
©A A McRae2023
