Patience

Last night I made the most heavenly barley soup in creation to celebrate the rain, and this morning put out the ham hock for our pet crows – watching them tackle the marrow reminded me they pecked the eyes from dead knights in grim border ballads. They are also comical, and handsome, so I got my camera and waited for them to return.

And waited.

I can see one, way down on the dock

Was there a reason they were wary?