The day had started out with me on a mission. And I had set out with only one mission, to track down the local telephone company office and get a modem from this century for M’s cousin. Google had led me along a winding path through the city, and there I was. Only there was no phone company office at the rumored address, only a real estate office that had been there for years. So as I waited on the phone to talk to someone from the phone company, I noticed these fine feathered
fiends friends across the street at an art gallery. (Santa Fe has so many galleries that they are almost hard to avoid).
I love crows, and apparently so do normal people.
They are somewhat mysterious and sentient. What exactly are they thinking as they observe us?
Possible harbingers of some dread fate, they are also quite popular subjects of poetry and rhymes.
I’m not quite sure I would like to have this crow looking down on me in my garden (assuming I had a garden).
But this one, which I saw the next day was clearly the best of the lot (but sadly, it is not for sale). This bird lives in an interactive art experience (a former bowling alley filled with rooms of mysterious stuff that one can wander around in). And at three feet tall clearly not a bird to be messed with.