Eating Crow

I was attacked by my neighborhood crow the other day. While strolling on the way to haggle with autorickshaw drivers, I felt a strange pressure on the top of my head. I swirled my hands around to feel the feet of an enormous black crow atop my head. As I swatted wildly to get the bugger off my hair I could see the eyes of a dozen of his friends watching our encounter.

Fortunately he was just using my head as a temporary landing pad and he flew off to join his brethren on the fence. The best part was the universal expression of amusement/shock on the faces of the little old ladies who string jasmine and marigolds together near my home. There is one little old woman who has few teeth and enormous coke-bottle size glasses whose laughter was especially deep.

If I can be the neighborhood entertainment for reasons other than being a white girl, then I'll take the slapstick. :) Bring it on crows!