Albert the Crow

Everyday a black crow comes to visit in the morning and the afternoon. He sits on the tree branch near the window. He talks or crows all morning. He sounds like he's talking to the whole neighborhood. Nobody really can understand him I think. I know I can't but you never know we might have a bird whisperer in this neighborhood. It wouldn't surprise me. 

So, the other day after returning home from the grocery store our crow, yep, my son sort "adopted" him, was high in the tree talking and flying from branch to branch. My son said he must be saying hello. Maybe he knew something.  So after unloading the car, my nephew unloaded, an eye on the car and my son watched the crow, whose name is now Albert. He looked like an Albert according to my son. So we went with that name.  Albert kept watch while we were outside like a hawk.  That bird talked and looked. 

After I told my son it was time to come inside  Albert decided he would leave too. He flew down from the tree and landed in the street not far from where we were standing and took one last look and crossed the street and flew away.  Albert will probably  be back tomorrow for another neighborly visit. We hope anyway.