Musings on crows and home

Got to the beach just in time to rescue a poor stick that had been caught by the tide. Close call!

A big black crow was casually sitting on the fence beside the beach access track watching the stick wash away. What is it with crows? They sit there black, shiny and imperious looking but have no sense of community service. He was so big he could easily have picked up the stick and brought it back to the safety of the dunes. Just not in their breeding I guess.

Anyhow, moving on. It was lovely to have a swim in the sea. We’re at a beach in the next town south from home. Won’t be long now and we’ll be off to the pub to meet all the other village dogs. It’ll be good to catch up on everyone’s stories.