Crow was worried.

While (nearly) everyone else in the garden was eating their breakfast, she was flying around the neighborhood, before going to the woods … when the wind howled like never before, blowing the sudden rain — a downpour, really — sideways at a fierce clip.

Then, from multiple directions, she heard several remarkably loud noises.

CRAAAAACK. SNAP. CRASH.

Huge old trees losing limbs, coming down, toppling over … seemingly all around her.

She screeched, calling to her cousins, who — thankfully — all responded that they were well, even though Crow could barely hear their replies above the rampaging wind and rain.

(Early April 2024)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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