For the first time since we built this many-windowed house, big black crows have been coming to the windows and pounding on the glass during the day. I think it is a group of three. They've been here since Christmas.
Is it a sign, a symbol, a metaphor? What do they want? Do they want me to fly away with them?
'Sorry. I'm busy right now.
The goats are ready to start kidding. We're having a little warm spell after brutal cold days. I just need to keep my strength up.
Go away, crows!
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