Birds of the Buffet
Not all visitors wear antlers.
A clever guest at nature’s table.
A solitary crow in flight...
When the buffet is open and everyone shows up.
Strutting solo.
Forest phantom.
Quiet woods, bold bird.
Together, wherever the sky leads.
Born to soar.
Ready for takeoff.
Just us.
Above the noise.
If honking was a personality trait.
No thoughts, just honks.
Nature’s poetry in feathers.
Just a lone crane, minding its own business.