I wasn't feeling great about life, the universe and everything when I set off on the first dog walk this morning. My head hurt, my body hurt and I wasn't in a good place, in my mind or in my spirit.
Then I saw a crow. I love crows. Have you ever noticed how, when you look at a crow, they look back at you? I mean, they really look at you. That's because they are able to recognize faces.
So I saw a crow, in a branch just a couple feet in front of me and not even two feet above my head. He was huge and just sitting there. He caught my attention my cawing at me and I said, "Oh, hey there." And then he just stared at me, like he wasn't in a hurry. He was looking at me so intently I thought to take my sunglasses off to make eye contact. I had things in my hands though, Lucius' leash, the bag of dog bags, my phone, so I didn't. But now I wish I'd made the effort.
I had to move on after a few minutes because my new friend apparently wasn't going anywhere soon.
It lifted my mood. Crows are so cool.
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And then I took one out.