The WindowAn unlike-self portrait. The crow that comes to my window. Fondly called 'Crowie'. Holding one of her favourite fried foods in her beak. Me, wondering about the other birds I miss seeing.
An unlike-self portrait. The crow that comes to my window. Fondly called 'Crowie'. Holding one of her favourite fried foods in her beak. Me, wondering about the other birds I miss seeing.