…..'A sense of humour lends you poise, it gives you balance and it helps you to bend without breaking'…..

(HH Pujya Gurudev Swami Chinmayananda)

The Crow Capers - part 2

Did you miss the beginning ? Back one post!

Colin Crow (stage left) has been complaining to his mate, Cara (she with the stick fetish), about Clarence, their progeny from the last roosting. It had been Cara's assertion that Colin had an equal, if not a greater, part to play in the guidance and upbringing of their young... read on...

"Cara, I'm getting mad now! Cawww, Cawww, Cawww…   oh see? Now I'm stuttering…"  He takes a breather for all of 87 seconds; "...'cause you know that this whole business of man-mothering isn't really catching on..."

"Nonsense, Colin!  Katy Kite was just telling me the other day how wonderful it was to be paired up with Krispin again this year, as he is far better at raising the fledglings than she is.  Then there's the cuckoos.  What a great idea, egging in another bird's nest; but really, I couldn't be that rude. Will you help me here please, this stick is well stuck!"

"CARA!  CARA! CARA!  I am so black with rage right now, I've turned blue!  Will you quit with the sticks and talk to me a minute?!  Honestly, you're like that pig down the back fence, always snuffling your pecker into goodness knows what muck!"

"COLIN!"  Cara gasped in that hissing way crows have, as she huffed at the insult her mate had just thrown upon her.  She returned to tugging at the twig.

"Cara, I swear I'm going to break the nest up if you don't talk to our son this very day!"

With that, Colin Crow reached over and yanked the yard of vine from the morning glory creeper so fiercely, it spring back on him.  He got such a shock he nearly tumbled to the danger side of the Fenccinade. There were squawks and wing flutters and a bit of bobbing about, but Colin succeeded in maintaining his grip on the foliage.

Instead, he dropped the stick. 

For several, awful minutes the world went still. This was not a good thing.

He looked first at the stick lying forlornly on the road beneath, as it narrowly missed being pounded by a vehicle, then back at Cara.  Then back at the stick and then back at Cara.  He opened his beak.  Then shut it again.  Twice more.  Then his head shrank back into his shoulders.

The silence of the Crows could be heard on the other side of the lake.

...tbc!  Come back Thursday for Crow Capers part 3, where-in Colin suffers consequences…

 © Yamini Ali MacLean 2013


  1. Nice story and cool image of the Crows. Happy Monday, enjoy your new week ahead!

  2. Oh my goodness what ever next?
    Just love the idea of a crow named Colin!

  3. it's not easy to be a crow... sure you can fly and all that... but it seems that the daily little sorrows come to a crows nest too... I'm glad crows have no bars... that would be the placer a human-crow would pick :o)


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