What You Like About Birds
They make good gossips. Like me and all my sisters. Specially them crows. I see them on the telephone line like that, jest talking away. Ever so often one flies down pecking around at something good to eat. When he finds it everbody joins in flapping their space and trying to get at that squirmin’ food. Course they forget to keep quiet, so pretty soon more birds come. They all keep at it, talking and eating, squawking and pushing. Until some passing truck breaks up them black pavement parties. Always one that don’t want to leave. Yeah, I like those gossipy crows.
—Kimberly Blaeser, Burlington