A few years ago I was out ( on Halloween of course ) taking Cemetery pictures for my blog when I noticed I was being followed.
By a crow.
He didn’t fly around me, he sort of hopped along and when we came to this section of the cemetery he hopped from one headstone to the other.
He seemed irritated ( by the sounds of it ) that I wasn’t joining him in the fun.
When I was done he hopped up on this headstone and chatted at me.
Right. Like I was going to hop up on the headstone and join him.
But he seemed insistent. In fact he was cawing his little lungs out at me.
I took his picture and was going to take another and when I looked into my camera he was gone.
Just like that.
I felt a little sad when I look at those pictures now because I think I missed my chance to have some fun that afternoon.