View From The Front Porch-Stan Hitchcock-October 17, 2012

As the sun just slips over the mountain and lights up the sycamore trees that follow along our Deshea Creek, a whole colony of crows have settled on the big limbs and started their old crow symphony this morning. Cawing, cawing, fluttering among the multicolored leaves, hopping from limb to limb, and generally being loud enough to wake the dead.....or at least those trying to sleep.....

In a hollow place of one of the older sycamores, deep in the pile of leaves that they have fluffed up just right, curled around each other like one body with two tails, Mama and Papa Squirrel are tying to ignore all the crow noise and go back to sleep, but without much luck. Papa lays there thinking bad squirrel thoughts like, "It's probably them dang young crows that have moved in up the creek and down the hollow, with their loud music going all the time...I'll tell you one thing, Grandpa Fuzzy Tail would have had a fit, going on like that at all hours, he would have gathered up a bunch of black walnuts and gave them "what for". The neighborhood has gone to heck with them black sons of feather balls movin' in anyhow." Papa reaches back and pulls some more leaves over his head to try to block out the noise.....

Meanwhile, just above the squirrel nest hollow tree, one of the young black crows let's loose an extremely loud CAW, and rocks back on the limb....thinking, "Man, that is some pretty dang good music...yessir, I wrote it myself, and all the other crows are looking at me with wonder...shoot, I may run for president of the crows one of these days...I could change things up...uh huh...teach them blue birds and robins a thing or two...let me try that last loud CAW again.....(to be continued...and continued...and continued to infinity)
Which just goes to prove, one crows music, is another squirrels nightmare....pull the leaves over us a little tighter, friends, cause the noise has just begun. Where is Grandpa Fuzzy Tail when you really need him.   -Stan