I noticed this morning that insecure crows behave roughly like insecure people: much noise, little sense.
I feel impelled to admit that this notice was a fairly limited reward for awakening before 6AM — a prerequisite for this — but in the form of what I treat as minor compensation, I couldn’t make the words (if any) out, and “el corneille bruyante” was bored-and-disgruntled rather than in any obvious pain or busy inflicting any.
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