Just before my dinner break at the library I was looking at a book that purported to teach me how to do a hundred things. The range was pretty extreme, from something like "sprout an avocado pit" to "build a forest cabin from scratch" all with the same single page of instructions. I was just looking over "understand the language of crows" when I realized it was time for me to get to my dinner break.
I grabbed my camera and headed out to the swamp. The birds don't let me get close, and nearly everything is dead, but it is Spring now and a few ambitious trees have begun sprouting. Also I discovered some pretty lichens.
While I was photographing those I heard a crow call. It called again.
Do you want to know what it was saying?
Yeah, me too.