The crow lands on an outdoor dining table, plucks a strawberry preserves packet right out of the Smuckers eight-jam dispenser, and hops to the grass. He punctures the plastic peel-away film on top with one swift strike of his bill. With a deftness that betrays repeated endeavors in the past, the crow’s beak comes up dripping with the jelly. A few minutes later he takes the nearly empty plastic packaging to the roof of a four-story hotel. There, perched on the eaves and still dabbing up bits of blood-red jam, he is joined by a smaller crow…who merely watches.
(Orig. posted in 2016.)
