There are two crows I often
come across on my morning walk, and I think it would be safe to say they’re the
same pair every time. Parked in front of the glass double doors to the golf
club, well not exactly parked, for they are always screeching and squawking,
hopping up and down in a mad frenzy battering at the doors with their beaks.
Not sure if they’re really that keen on getting in, think it’s more to do with standing
their ground against the two crows on the inside and staking out their
territory.
They’re obviously not too
bright, seeing as all they’re doing is getting uptight with their own
reflections, and they remind me of the two crows from the movie Charlotte
But one thing stands in
their way. The scarecrow.
There he stands, every day,
a barrier to their prize. Their forays into the field are quickly aborted each
time the scarecrow does his job, but it is only when they eventually face the
scarecrow and discover their fears were unfounded do they get the opportunity to
finally take their fill.
While Christmas shopping I
found this note book, and the timing couldn’t have been better, so bought it
for myself. With my writing seemingly going nowhere it was a reminder that
although the scarecrow is there, every day, wanting to foil my attempts however
feeble, I can stare him in the face if I want and take away the intimidation he
wields.
So, if I find something to
crow about this year, it’ll begin here, in this note book.
