Sometimes they know me but I don't know them. It's a little like being famous, except nobody's asking for my autograph or what it's like to be me and as far as I know if anybody is going through my trash it's for pizza crusts and chicken bones and not handwritten notes and fingernail clippings.
At least as far as the crows are concerned.
Sometimes they know me and I don't know them and by them I mean the humans.
"No crows out tonight?" as I'm walking the dog in the dark.
"Haha, no, not this late [and who the fuck are you have we met??? ]."
Doesn't feel much like fame, more like infamy.
"Crow fuckin' lady," mutters a vagrant across the street.
Yeah.
Anyway.
I'll just keep doing what I'm doing and not worry about whether or not I should be giving any fucks.
Crow featured is someone I don't know that knows me. I like his beak and the light he posed in.
This is my entry for the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
Give it a try. Maybe it'll make you infamous.
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Thank goodness, lol!
Don't give no fucks, especially for the idiot vagrant types. He won't be laughing when the crows come for HIS EYES.
Hehehehehe eyeballs are delicious. And Crow can sell his corneas for peanuts on the dark web organ market.
Nice hair, by the way. Still miss the lion, though.
Haha, the dark web is perfect for crows 😀
I miss the lion too. Desperate to bring him back!
Where did he go, anyway?? Off on safari?
He never said, just said that he may be gone a while and went out into the snow
Damn. Well we'll see what spring thaw has to say about his whereabouts.