crow

Crows are freaks. This morning, while walking to work, I observed a crow eating a free meal of mashed squirrel on the inside, south bound lane of Broadway Avenue. Like most roads named Broadway, this one has a lot of traffic. The crow I saw could give a fuck. When cars traveling on the inside lane of Broadway Avenue got within, say, 15 feet of the crow and the bloody mess of a squirrel; the crow hopped twice, nonchalantly, back to the oustide south bound lane. There, literally just a few feet from squirl-mashing hunks of metal hurtling past at around 30 miles an hour, the crow waited patiently. A second after the cars passed, it hopped twice again back over to the bloody mess and got to work. When vehicles in the outside lane rushed past, the crow stood its ground. A few times, cars barrelled down on the crow in both lanes. The crow, again, wasn't concerned in the least. Like an expert Frogger player, the crow simply took one more giant leap toward the outside of the road, rested it laurels on the curb, and waited patiently.