she grabs some blueberries from her skirt pocket, they rest inside a small paper bag. with them in hand, she offers them to the bird.
βhe's stunning, truly.β now she's facing the crow. βhere you go, dear.β
"he loves anything . I'm sure he'll be delighted if you hold them out on your hand."
the bird could tell they were talking about him . his beak pointed this way , then that as he continued to blink curiously at the stranger . hopping closer .
"this is Shiny . so named because that's just about all he says , and he π‘π€π«ππ¨ trinkets . most corvids do."
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wellβ Χ i suppose iΒ΄m just used to feeling like i know everyoneβ Χ
admittedly οΉ i havenΒ΄t gotten there with youβ Χ i forget to start casualβ Χ