Four Black Crows

Four black crows walked into our yard this afternoon. They strutted by the chicken yard like hoodlums asserting their presence in the neighborhood. The chickens looked askance, then went on pecking in the dirt.

The crows swaggered on as a loosely-organized group, checking out the garden area. As I watched out the living room window, a male suddenly mounted a female. It was over in seconds. The male sauntered away. The female ruffled her feathers, paused, and shook her head as if asking, "What hit me?"

I unintentionally interrupted the crows' tour by stepping outside with my camera. That was Annie's cue to chase the crows away, just to show me how much she cares.

They'll be back. They always come back.