Silly crows

My next door neighbor threw a few bread crusts out on her driveway a short while ago. Instead of seagulls, there happened to be a crow in the vicinity. Being a good neighborly crow, it belted out a super-excited alert and, within seconds, a small murder of crows showed up. They perched on the house’s roof ridge, looking down at the bread. Discussed it among themselves for a few. One was appointed the head of the expeditionary force—it flew a low circle over the bread crusts and reported back to the string of crows on the roof that it was okay. They all flew down together.

Still, it wasn’t quite time to eat yet. They strutted back and forth at the end of the driveway, cawing loudly. One bravely ran toward the bread, but veered off at the last second. The other crows shouted approval. Another made a run toward the bread, also turning away at the last second. More shouts of approval. And then...they all ran for the bread. This time they grabbed as much as they could and flew back to the roof. Silence once more. Crows observe the no talking while eating rule.

After they’d finished their crusts, that was it for the party. There wasn’t a crumb left in the driveway and there was nothing left to talk about. They flew away.