You probably know how it goes...
The best season for crows is early-mid summer, when that certain, loud, whining crying “crawww... crawww... crawww... crawww...” isn’t annoying, it’s cuteness overload.
As in, instead of “Shuddup already!” it means it’s time to play “spot the baby beggar”.
Then we laugh, watching how the big baby crows pester the parents for food.. won’t leave ‘em alone, following them around the trees.
Turns out it’s the adult crows that are more likely to be thinking, “Shuddup already!” as they shove something down those noisy throats.
So much entertainment out there. 😂
I like when the ‘Cluck-Cluck-Cluck’ and I Answer and we have a little Conversation!
I’ve studied gog-magog a little but at this time I sincerely look forward to walking with Jesus in the Gardens of the
New Jerusalem.
Glory and Honor to
The King of The Universe!