Some days later I noticed a crow with a drooping left wing scrounging around the neighborhood. I assumed it was our same greedy friend. I kept seeing this bird, easily identifiable because of its wing. Our block was part of its regular territory. I figured if he was part of the neighborhood he needed a name. Hence, Lefty.
Always a softie for an injured animal, I decided that any bird so low on the Darwinian ladder that it would stand for too long in the street snacking on roadkill and get itself hit by a car, needed my help to survive. So I started feeding him scraps. It didn't take long before Lefty and his/her mate started hanging out in our trees waiting for me to come home or to step outside. Sometimes they didn't wait; they would start a racket in front of the house, cawing cawing loudly in the trees.
Lefty's Favorite Recipe:
* Bring pot of water to boil; cook 3/4 pound angel hair pasta; in large pan, bring 1 cup of 1/2 'n 1/2 to a boil, then set burner to warm; add cooked pasta to pan; mix in 8 oz smoked salmon (with skin removed) and diced chives; add pepper to taste. Give smoked salmon skin to Lefty.
He also enjoys leftover roast chicken and does appreciate a taste of fresh salmon when available.
When we left for Tucson this winter I wondered if Lefty and his mate would still be here when we returned. Well, Lefty is still here, but not his mate. I wonder what happened to Mate. And Lefty does not look so well. Perhaps he misses his buddy. Anyway, we picked up where we left off, much to the chagrin of some robins who have a young family in our laurel bushes. They chase him away frequently. But today he was able to pick up a few snacks before the robins attacked.
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| the orange and the coke is mine; the chicken is Lefty's |
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| got it! |
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