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Two of the crows on the Deli patio this morning, for some reason, had their lower feathers all puffed out so it looked as if they were wearing jodhpurs or whatever that thing is called that cowboys wear. And the way they sort of saunter around - strut, actually - is what calls the John Wayne image to mind. Then, one of them, stopped directly in front of me and did the bounce and shriek, bounce and shriek, bounce and shriek manoeuvre intended to cower me into throwing him something to eat. I had already shared the food offerings of the morning so tossed him the compliment of being "very gorgeous". He gave me a stare and then sashayed over and under the hedge where someone had put bread for the sparrows. Usually the crows won't risk the hedge. Maybe 'flattery' instils confidence.
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