This One's on Me (42)

Yesterday afternoon I was stopped in the shade, sitting in my car, and I saw a crow flying in my direction. I leaned out the window and watched him fly toward me, a field mouse clamped in his sharp, shiny beak. I could see the four tiny, tender mouse feet splayed against the blue of the sky, sharp focus in the slow flight, the crows dark feathers shimmering in the sun. A second crow flew apace, two friends heading off together for a bite to eat.