The crows live down at our daughter’s house.  They like this big tall cottonwood—always the last to lose its leaves and the last to get new leaves in spring.

I’ve been wanting the crows to come up here.  But they only fly through.

Sometimes they stop for a wee visit, but not long.

Maybe someday.  I keep inviting them.

(But I’ve heard that where Crows live, the hawks don’t.  I do rather enjoy our hawks.)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda