Thugs

Tonight from my dining room window, I watched a band of thug crows in action. After a few minutes of a Three Stooges-style quarrel over a stolen pecan, Larry jogged over to my vegetable garden containers. Without hesitation, he hopped up on my pepper planter, pecked at and rub on my cherry pepper plant, plucked out the plastic ID marker, paraded around the pot a few times (as if to show his buddies), and then flew away with it. Curley, Moe, and the rest of his band of thugs flew after him, like he had just robbed a convenience store and the first ones back to the tree got the cigarettes.

This is going to be a long summer...