i saw julia. it's always so good to see julia, it's no cliche, it does a body good, and i was telling her i think because she asked i hope how i met r. when i told her about a dead crow i was photographing at the foot of a tree and a chorus of crow mates came and started talking in the branches over my head and she asked if they were angry and i said i don't think so they seemed to know. i said r. started knowing me that way, following the blog as she traveled on sabbatical and julia liked that.

going back on the street side of the model yacht pond some crows flew by me talking excitedly and facing the highway i saw a fellow crow walking along the curb next to the speeding autos and i pulled back for fear it would walk into traffic. when i backed off the broken winged crow came under the guard rail and walked toward the other crows who lighted in a small tree lamenting. i wondered if the crow was hit by a car. 

i felt sorrow and helplessness, as a fellow crow, and guilt because i'm human, like those ones speeding by, heedless. 

i wish i could heal crows as well as i love them. i feel after years they know me and mister and often talk to us as we pass, and i feel their bright awareness and playful intelligence. i hope they know i grieve when one of them falls like a fellow.