Crows at the bird bath...

In this world of violence and sickness this is what brings me happiness, seeing crows at the bird bath in our back yard. Then, hearing them calling out to each other, seeing them soaking bread in the bird bath, eating peanuts I've left for them or peanuts that they find somewhere else. In the morning finding the water in the bird bath opaque from bread they're left there and also finding chicken bones and soup bones the crows have found and left to soak in the water.