“Does it thrill ya, Bubbie?”
The neighborhood “pet” crow kept his eyes on the television. Perched on Marion’s foot stool, he bobbed his head in time to the music.
Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street?
Marion waited with a smile on her face.
Right on cue, Bubbie said, “Today’s show was brought to you by the letter Q and the number 9.” Only then did the enormous crow fix his black eyes on his host.
Marion brought out a bowl of nuts and berries, and Bubbie flew to her to enjoy his reward.
Today’s drabble was brought to you by the words thrill, crow, and stool. And yes, I will accept a bowl of nuts and berries. Like crows, I enjoy a wide variety of foods.
For those who aren’t aware, corvids (of which crows are a member) are highly intelligent birds who can learn to talk—not mimic, but actually talk. They also hold funerals, a factoid I came across which led from the creation of a scene to the writing of my first book, The Hundred. While my writing skill has grown since then, I’m still proud of this first novel. It’s available on Amazon. If you read it, let me know when you get to the scene that formed the kernel from which the book grew.
My mother attended a crow funeral when the birds my dad would feed every morning came to say good bye the day he left this earth. Broke and warmed my heart 💕
I love those brainy crows! I've watched them for years now. Thanks for the drabble!