I have a splitting headache that took hold about two hours ago and refuses to shift. A serious neurological condition that is not being helped by what's going on in an Elm tree outside my window. Perched high above the street a big crow is making a long distance call to one of his friends. I can hear the recipient a few blocks away, happily replying with news of what's going on in his life. It's interesting that such small animals can generate so much noise. My crow speaks in bursts of three raspy squawks. The friend or relative waits a few seconds, processing the information, and if this is the early days of a relationship, carefully formulates a response. He then mirrors my crow's call with three identical squawks. A limited but efficient language.
The communication between the two characters is not unlike annoying mobile phone users. Both the crow and the human show complete disregard for others. There is one major difference, I can't figure out what the hell the crow is talking about, though I imagine it to be many times more intriguing than a discussion about what was on TV last night.
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