Flash Post 249!

Button, shall we get on with our 4th short story?

We must. You go first. As usual.

Three crows were pulling at a single broomstick.

1st crow: This is mine.

2nd crow: No. It’s mine.

While the 1st and 2nd crows were arguing, the crow number 3 grabbed the stick from under their noses and flew away.

He flew to the nest he was building, lined it with the new broomstick and flew back to his friends.

1st crow: where’s the broomstick you just stole from us?

2nd crow: Yes, where’s that broomstick? I wanted it for the nest I am building for my ladylove.

3rd crow: What broomstick? I didn’t take any broomstick. Have I got any broomstick between by jaws? Now come and visit my nest and see if you can spot that broomstick.

The next morning when crow numbers 1 and 2 dropped by to look for the missing broomstick, crow number 2 found his ladylove preening herself in the nest built by crow number 3.

The 2nd crow gave her the chase of her life. They chased each other, clawed each other, somersaulted in the sky but he vowed that he’d get her back somehow.

Next morning, when crow number 3 was away scrounging for food, crow number 2 swooped down into the nest of crow number 3 and picked out a broomstick from his nest. He quickly flew to his ladylove and showed off the broomstick he was holding in his beak. He also told her that this was the broomstick crow number 3 had stolen from them.

But how can you tell? Asked his ladylove.

Believe. Just believe me when I tell you this is the same broomstick.

From that day on crow number 2 became a hero to the lady crow. She ditched crow number 3 and returned to her earlier love, crow number 2.

The three crows, however, renewed their friendship and became even closer friends all over again even as crow number 3 winked wickedly at the lady crow as if to say: Someday I’ll make another attempt at winning you back.

6 Comments

Paritosh Sen May 17, 2017 at 6:44 am

i don’t like crows….they wake me up in the mornings with their loud cawing…i like pigeons more…they are very peaceful

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- author May 19, 2017 at 10:40 am
  
  Paritosh,
  
  You don’t like crows because they wake you up every morning but they are also the cleverest amongst the bird race. Do you know the story of the crow who dropped pebbles into a jar which had water in the lower half which he could not reach? He dropped pebbles into the jar till the water rose up to a level when he could reach the water and drink it.
  
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sneha May 17, 2017 at 6:47 am

This is such a lovely story. I treasure my early morning walks at a garden very close to my house in Bandra. I have personally seen a crow build a nest patiently for his pregnant lover. They are very protective of the nest and if you go close to it, they will attack you. Unfortunately, I had to leave on vacation and didn’t get to see the babies.

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- author May 19, 2017 at 10:47 am
  
  Sneha,
  
  Thank you so much. We had one such instance where a bird built a nest in our terrace garden and we actually got to see the chicks hatch from their eggs, being fed by their parents and then fly away when they were big enough to do so.
  
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Pratik Modi May 17, 2017 at 6:50 am

My family loves birds and everytime a crow or any other bird comes to our window, we give it some food. Now the birds know that whenever they will come to our window and cry out for food, they will get it. We had a parrot as a pet which my son loved and looked after till it dies of a skin infection.

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- author May 19, 2017 at 11:37 am
  
  Pratik,
  
  From your comment I remembered how crows, pigeons and parrots would visit us when we lived in a high rise and how I’d put out grains and water for them to eat and drink and the crows would always get to the grain first, have their fill and fly away. I would then put out more grain so the parrots and pigeons who came later could also eat.
  
  By the way, thank you for visiting the blog.
  
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