The cat wants her cat food fresh and unbroken. She leaves her dish half full of bitten pieces; inedible, she says, how do I dare expect her to eat that stuff? I bagged some up and put it in the car; it's supposed to be healthy food, right? I saw one crow and emptied the bag out the car window. This is what happened next.
|The beginnings of a murder of crows.|
How do they gather so quickly? I had seen only one, but the second arrived a few seconds after the first. And within minutes there were several dozen.
|Looking both ways before crossing the street?|
|Defending his find.|
So, I tell my cat, that food was perfectly edible! Will she stop being so fussy? No.