Suddenly (it seems) ....

.... (and I do trust blipfoto's mathematics)
this is my five hundredth blip.

It would be dishonourable if I did not here
again acknowledge my huge debt to Crows
who have made my life richer and happier.

I met this hard working creature
in the middle of the town of Galashiels
(a town I have never been in before
but to which I will certainly return).

She was poking about in the grass and fallen leaves.

We regarded each other for a short time
then she went about the rest of her life.

She probably has less time left than I do
but who knows how Crows experience time?

Isn't it extraordinary
how the list of things
I know I will never know
continues to grow and grow and grow?