there was the approach to the ice...
landing onto the targeted area... the first crow being joined by a second...
then bickering over the role each would play... i've never known crows to be so enamoured with ice... to actually fly onto it... walk on it... isn't that unusual? i was so fascinated by their behavior...
and finally - drilling commences...
"you pick... i'll keep watch" he said...
"i'm making progress..." the other responded
and so it went - between the 2 of them for a good long time... while a 3rd crow flew around in the near distance... i'm not certain what they were after - or hoped to find... i couldn't see any kind of fish or seed or anything underneath there... but they were adamant with keeping after it - i lost track of time after the first 10 minutes or so - they, making clicking noises every few minutes to keep me posted about their progress as i stood on the shoreline. i began to get worried about his beak getting hurt with the constant drilling - yet he didn't seem to care. i don't believe he ever found anything or laid claim to whatever they thought their target was... the purpose seemed more one of determination than anything...
for me... it was another demonstration in the arena of nature doing funky things - providing free entertainment and amusement for those observant to their whims... being amazed at what grabs their fancy and occupies their attention... a study in the nature of being.
happy day.....
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