It has been a few days already since the crow worked in the garden with us.
I saw she had her eyebrows tied and she complained but to herself; she never did in front of us.
It looked like she was having a hard time, so I asked her, “Are you okay with it?”
“I’m not okay with it.”
Her answer was frank, I could sense it through her facial expression.
“You can quit.”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Why?”
“Because I want to support my life without flying around to take other human's food.”
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