Day 51: The top of this hemlock is a favored perch for the Watch Crow who is supposed to caw out when breakfast is put out on the crow board. Almost every morning, one of my feathered kin will be waiting for me there, and as soon as I spread the dry dog food out on the board, the swarm descends, often not letting me get more than ten feet away. It's taken years to build up that trust. If no one happens to be on watch, I give out a three-caw call myself to indicate "Food here, not sure if it's safe" after once telling an inadvertent fib with a four-caw "Safe food" announcement. My neighbor started his truck ten seconds later, and the crow board was regarded with suspicion for some time following.
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