V.C. REPETTO

August 29, 2013

I like to take long walks in the morning. They help me focus on what I want to accomplish with my stories, and I've had many plot-line revelations while pacing (also in the shower, but it's not as chic to say so).

Now, close to my home and on the way to the park where I like to walk, there is a canal. Along this canal there is practically an army of ducks which have gotten into the habit of waiting for me to bring them bread. Which I do. Every day.

As well as the ducks, there are a pair of two crows, mother and son, from their sizes, who come to get some food as well. I try to save some meat and more interesting things than bread for them and they have gotten into the habit of asking for a particular kind of cereal bars I ofered once and their crow palates found delectable. Which means, of course, I am especially buying the bar packets for the crows, now.

I think I am edging into crazy cat lady territory but about three decades too early...and with fowl and corvids.