A bald eagle was perched in the top of a tree. For the last thirty minutes, no less than seven young crows had been attempting to get the eagle to vacate the spot, swooping in and around and dive bombing the target. But the eagle was not to be persuaded. Then they perched just below him and cawed at the top of their voices. Then another round of swooping and dive bombing.
On a nearby street lamp, two older crows were laughing so hard they kept almost falling and had to bat their wings to right themselves.
“Oh, let’s be fair,” said the first crow. “We were all young once.”
“And stupid,” agreed the second crow.
Then one of the young crows peeled away from the group and dropped down to the ground. He poked around in some bark mulch for a good piece and then flew up above the tree — and dropped the piece of bark on the eagle. It was a good shot, bouncing off the eagle’s head. The eagle merely shook his head and slightly ruffled his wing feathers.
“That wasn’t a bad try” said the first crow. “But that bastard isn’t going anywhere.”
The young crows resumed swooping and dive bombing and cawing. But the eagle remained like a rock on his perch. He looked down at the two older crows and blinked his eyes playfully.
“He’s just having fun with them,” said the second crow.
“They look like they’re getting tired though,” said the first crow.
All of a sudden, the eagle launched himself from his perch and flew away, his huge wings flapping slow and deep. The younger crows were thrown into a frenzied panic — as was every little brown bird in the tree that had not been paying attention.
“Ok, show’s over,” said the first crow. “Time for lunch.”
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Content Misfit
Big universe in my head just trying to get out. Compulsive writer. Late-diagnosed autistic doing well on zoloft. Square peg often lost in landscape of round holes.
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Love this. Truth and levity.