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<\/p>\nSome of the best times Mom and I had<\/p>\n
as she aged were picking up our weekly groceries<\/p>\n
curbside and having hamburgers at Burger King.<\/p>\n
It started during Covid.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She uses a walker to get around now,<\/p>\n
and getting into and out of the car<\/p>\n
has become a fairly major ordeal.<\/p>\n
Luckily the car is comfortable and cool.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They built a new emergency health clinic<\/p>\n
right in front of where we park for the groceries,<\/p>\n
and we normally have a 10 minute wait.<\/p>\n
Grackels, ravens and crows fly over to the fence<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And look at us with their strange eyes<\/p>\n
and head tilts. I read that crows remember<\/p>\n
faces, so maybe they are being sociable<\/p>\n
with us, and don\u2019t understand our rudeness.<\/p>\n
.<\/p>\n
Perhaps I should get out sometime<\/p>\n
and feed them something.<\/p>\n
I do at Burger King. Mom loves the<\/p>\n
Bacon King sandwich with its double meat.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Crows are omnivores, so we can break off<\/p>\n
bits of the hamburger meat<\/p>\n
and throw them out the window.<\/p>\n
Ravens will grab the meat, too, and dart away.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I like to share what I eat with wild life.<\/p>\n
Mom, not so much.<\/p>\n
She\u2019s of the old fashioned school of thought<\/p>\n
when it comes to wild animals and their place.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The burger loving crows seem very unafraid.<\/p>\n
They fly instantly to the fence by the car<\/p>\n
and tilt their heads as if wondering<\/p>\n
when the inevitable snacks will start.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They and the ravens are pretty saucy about walking<\/p>\n
right up to the door, like they would like<\/p>\n
an invitation to join us in the car<\/p>\n
for lunch. Perhaps they do recognize us.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a time of extended drought now.<\/p>\n
Maybe I should start carrying a little dish<\/p>\n
for water to help the birds wash down the meat.<\/p>\n
Seems like the responsible thing to do.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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