Courting Tree

Day 98: The Courting Tree stands on the back of my neighbor's property, a billboard on which the lonely-hearted and eligible post their longings each mating season. It also suffices as the society column for where local residents can announce expectancies and births.

Although I have no way to confirm my suspicions, I have not seen Missus for several days. The Town Crier has been very vocal with some bit of news, however, proudly proclaiming to all other Ravens in the area that something important is or may be occurring. If familiarity with patterns may lead to a conclusion, I would incline toward the belief that Mister is the news-bearer, here telling one and all that his lovely lady is setting eggs.