It was only a lonely french fry…lying in the street. How it survived the traffic I don’t know and I have no idea how it arrived there. It was lying there quietly…saying nothing. Could have been dead from the looks of things. A pair of crows live in the tree across the street with a couple of their unruly and outrageously noisy offspring. Rowdy bastards. They keep an eye on the neighbourhood and no scrap of anything goes un-noticed. If those birds could be trained to watch for crooks…the city would be crime free. Soon enough the dead french fry must have twitched…because I heard the crow squawk and those huge black wings unfolded high in the tree…and he swooped…laughing all the way.
Now, there’s nothing graceful or balletic about crows swooping…They’re strictly business…just jump on the thing and go. Seagulls on the other hand are generally viewed as flying rats…but they are at least as noisy as crows and in the air they are a thing of grace and movement. I don’t know where this bird came from but it was suddenly there…slicing the air three feet in front of the crow in mid air and it snatched that french fry off the street without touching the ground. Oh man…that crow went nuts. The seagull shot away between two buildings and the crow called all his friends on the Crow Emergency Hot-line and the chase was on. Five or six seagulls appeared and an equal number of crows…O.K. it was going to be a game! They shrieked and squawked and dipped and dived and spun in the air. The seagull with the french fry was the centre of attention for all of the other players. And then he dropped mr. Fry…I could see it fall as the seagull cartwheeled after it…Crows in pursuit. Then another seagull caught it in mid flight and streaked off behind the buildings and I lost sight of them …but seconds later they were still circling and swirling in the air…having a hell of a time.
That french fry had no idea how much fun our street could be.
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