November 9th, 2024Your say…The Vengeful Crow

I’ve become quite doddery now  that I approach 79. I seem to be  forgetting things more often than before.  

Yesterday I left home with a  carload of paper and cardboard for the Daylesford tip. On the way I stopped  at Coles to buy a couple of packets of Weeties breakfast cereal.

I returned to  the car and placed the Weeties on the top to give myself a free hand. (You  think you know what comes next, don’t you?)  

As I was driving away from Coles  I was ‘tooted’ by another driver. I  couldn’t understand why – I hadn’t done anything wrong, had I?

At the tip I soon discovered the reason. No Weeties.  Rushing back to Coles I approached the bloke mowing the nature strip near the inward goods delivery door.  

“Did you see anyone pick up two packets of Weeties?” I asked.  

“The crows picked them up,” he said.

“What do you mean ‘crows’,” I said, thinking he might be pulling my leg.  

“You know, birds,” he said. “Have a look around the corner.”  

I trotted to the corner and there they were, two packets of Weeties, on the nature  strip of the Midland Highway, seemingly unharmed except for a hole punctured in the cardboard by a hungry crow.  

Giving the thumbs up to the helpful mower man I strapped myself in, turned the key and…shplatt! A yellow mess on the windscreen.

Crows are intelligent birds – they  don’t appreciate their breakfast being pinched from under their beaks. No kiddin’.  True story.  

From: Ken Mansell, Mount Franklin