A TURQUOISE-COLORED plastic tube cap without the tube. The scratched barrel section of a pen. A small shell, like a tiny pearly ear.
These were the first gifts crows brought to my neighbor.
She’s been feeding them for months. Now, they fly in and drop objects right outside her back door, which she opens every morning to toss out their breakfast—handfuls of unshelled peanuts.
Our house sits right up the hill. From my perch, I look down on her backyard and watch the crows line up along her back fence. They arrive early and stare at her house, willing her to wake up.
