The crows are early today. The word must be out; I'm a soft touch for bits of apple and cookies.
I am smitten with the one who coos to me. kmpull kmpull...mllmp mllmp. Even when I leave the porch to go sit out on the bench, she stays there with her baby, waiting for me to settle with my cup of tea. Once she's determined that she's not to be the main course, she drops from the tree for a nibble. It doesn't take long for her young one to join her.