We’ve been feeding the crows peanuts on our street for the past six months, and they’ve come to recognize us, which windows are ours in the building, and the truck we drive. Today we sit on our stoop drawing. One crow lands 8 feet away, perched on top of the parking sign, and three others fly over and fan out in the street, watching, about 10 feet away. There’s one crow on the street that stands on the outer edge of the trio, sun reflects off its upper breast and crown, and it’s irises appear to fix on something in the distance. I quickly draw it while it pauses and looks down the street.
Time & Date: 06.25.20, 10:45am
Location: Our front stoop, outside of our apartment building. Cumulus clouds overhead, quiet day for foot traffic on our street.