Corbies

This is the time of year when the crows rediscover the neighbor's persimmon tree. Sometimes, the tree is blanketed with a whole murder, but today there were only two (or should I say, twa?) corbies. Unlike the pair in the old Scottish ballad, these two didn't even have to discuss what they were going to eat.

There are persimmons in yon auld fail tree
I wot we can have them all for free...

Oh, and happy birthday to me.