A RITE OF PASSING
A mother crow and two youngsters perched on my birdbath- one in the water being vocally urged by the parent to bathe. Just as loudly, the youngster was complaining and objecting.
The mom was adamant. This would be a thorough bath: Wash both “wingpits”, left and right, get the top of the back wet, and dunk the head and neck under water. Every feather, every dunk was fought over until the mother’s will was done, and both crow babies were clean and sparkling.
Early the next morning all crows had vanished- headed south.
A true story- mothers are all alike!