There is a corpse in our backyard.

I am unsure if it is a crow corpse, another manner of bird, or some other poor woodland creature.

Boxnoggin went out after dinner and proceeded to chase a crow who did not immediately take off. It hopped along, and I attempted to drag him away from it while the local murder lost their collective minds.

Fortunately he loses interest the moment prey stops moving. The crow went to the northeast corner of the yard, I hauled him away and (cruelly) made him do his business somewhere crow-free.

When I got him back into the house (Miss B was left alone, as she doesn’t give a good goddamn and the corvidae respect that in a woman) I went northeast again to see what the hell.

I caught a glimpse of something feathered wedged between the chain link fence and the kitty-corner neighbors’ board fence.

And the murder again lost their collective minds.

They were unwilling to listen to reason like they generally do, so I wisely retreated. They don’t even want me to water.

I can’t be sure if they’re guarding food or one of their injured coevals, or both.

Looks like I’m going to have to wait until dark and go out with a torch, some gloves, and a broom or shovel.

As one does when there is a corpse in the yard. *sigh*

Honestly, the way today’s gone, I’m unsurprised. Of course today would end with a corpse in the yard. Of COURSE.

..the Princess just came down the hall and said, “I don’t think the crow’s dead?”

I must investigate.

Okay. So either we have a corpse wedged in the fence AND a crow who for some reason can’t fly away, or the thing wedged in the fence was the crow which has worked its way out and apparently cannot fly?

We have named the crow on the ground “Jerry” because that’s what the others seem to be yelling at it.


“I CAN’T!”



Jerry’s wings appear to work but they still seem uncertain. And I am tormented by the glimpse I caught of the corpse wedged in the fence. The corpse that might have been Jerry.

The plan is still to wait for nightfall and ascertain whether or not there is indeed a corpse wedged in the fence. Then I will deal with Jerry.

The good news is we have a box big enough for crow rehabilitation.

The downfall to this cunning plan is that at night I might not be able to find Jerry’s location with the requisite accuracy? And of course Jerry might be unwilling to be helped.

But notwithstanding Jerry’s location after dark, it’s still the corpse in the fence I’m considering a larger problem most in need of immediate solution.

And of course this hinges on whether I am correct about crows being properly diurnal.


Okay. Jerry is not a baby bird or fledgeling, so a cardboard box with a towel and maybe some food or water until a licensed rehabilitation person can be reached is our plan.

Assuming we can find Jerry in the dark.

…how, in God’s name, do I get *into* these situations?

I peered out my window and yelled “IS THAT JERRY ON THE TABLE?”

My daughter, watching from the French door in the dining room, yelled back. “FUCKING HELL I THINK JERRY JUST FLEW!”

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you must admit, it's 100% on theme.

I'm beginning to suspect that you and I are on opposite ends of a karmic see-saw. Only one of us may be productive on any given day.


We can try.

But I'm pretty sure that in a dark corner of a seedy bar in the most run-down city in the world, two Muses are knocking back drinks.

"Wait--after I whispered in his ear that it was a balance thing, *you* suggested to her that they could schedule it?"

<second Muse nods humbly> "All in the job."

"You are SO BAD."

<glasses clink>

@mwlucas I hate them both. Normally I just hate my own Muse but if she’s in cahoots with yours we might have to fight dirty.


We should. Here's an idea--



Did I *have* the idea, or did I *get* the idea?

This might be more difficult than we think. :flan_think:

@mwlucas Pretty sure the Muse is responsible for my corpse and Jerry situation at the moment now too. I don’t put anything past that bitch.

@lilithsaintcrow my inner son of a preacher man says you're asking a lot of questions that are answered by the questions

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