We tangled with the crows last summer and came way out on the losing end. They patiently watched us plow, measure, make rows, and plant, showing special interest in the seeds we’d chosen. From their keen attention, we could see they were partial to sweet corn. They practically drooled when it came out of the bag.
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Crows can only count as high as four if that helps any.
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That’s a big problem for arithmetic challenged folks like me.
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What a fierce battle you had! I’m convinced you could make an amusing story out of anything.
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I guess I always look for the humor in a situation.
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You not only look, you find humor and write about it. You are priceless!
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