Father Crows Best
A Four-legged Cupid Story
I’d made up my mind a long time ago. I wasn’t chasing after the wildlife vet.
Sure, he’s handsome. Sexy. And I absolutely have a competence kink.
But he left after high school, and never came back. That was that. He made his choices, I made mine. Life goes on.
Okay, well obviously he came back. But that was two years ago, and he didn’t seek me out. Our past is past, and I’m fine with that.
So when I see the crow who hangs out in my yard get hit by a car, I’m hardly going to use avoiding the wildlife vet as an excuse to let the bird suffer.
If only I’d known when I picked him up and brought him in, how the damn feathered menace would pay me back for helping him.
I’m sure both Bill and I would have been perfectly happy to let bygones be bygones.
The damn crow thought he knew better.
