Earlier this spring, I was sitting outside on the deck in the early afternoon, listening to the birds and watching the squirrels play. Their bellies now full from the peanuts I'd put out for their breakfast. I watched as they chased each other up and down and all around, having fun and enjoying life.
Then I noticed a lone crow hanging out in the Oak tree. He was sitting on a branch above the squirrel bench which was long empty of peanuts. Crows usually visit in pairs but this one was here alone today. Softly he called, again and again. He flew down to the empty peanut buffet, squawked and flew back up to his branch in the tree several times. So of course, I went down and put out some peanuts for him. As I was making my way back upstairs, he made his way to his buffet, taking a peanut back to his spot, eating it and coming back for more. I watched for a few until my chores could wait no more. A couple of hours later, I went out onto the deck to see if he was still there. His feast was gone, as was he, but something was resting on the squirrel bench. It looked like a rock. So down I went again. This shell is what was waiting for me on the bench. A gift from a hungry crow, a way of saying "Thank you". This gesture really speaks to my spirit. Crows are extremely intelligent birds and I'd read about them repaying a kindness but I never expected to experience it. My gift from a crow is so touching; gratitude given from one living spirit to another, from one species to another. Life's little gifts are precious. Even a seashell from a crow... #crow #seashell #lifesgifts