Crow Food

I was driving down Minnesota Street when I saw a crow ahead, picking at something in the middle of the street. He saw me too, so grabbed his dinner and flew off, but it was too heavy and he dropped it by the curb.

So, I parked a few yards down the street and watched the crow frantically pecking at his prey as I walked closer. He saw me approaching, so off he went again dropping the object of his affection about six feet away.

So, I curiously walked out into the lawn to see what the crow found so interesting, and now you know too. His dinner was Mole Tartare - or so it would be, if the big bad Contraptioneer would mind his business.

Yumm!
~:-P