The First Casualty of the Crow War

If you've been following my crow thread (The Crow Has Landed, see below) you'll want to know that there has been a death. But, such is war, I guess.

This is how it went down. When the crows realized they were losing the war, they sent for reinforcements. Unfortunately, there were none, as most crows are off bothering the folks over on the next block this time of day. So, they called for volunteers within their own ranks. The only one was another baby crow, sans all his flying feathers, who apparently felt it was his duty to come to the rescue of his young sibling.

I'm sure the conversation went something like this:

"Ok, who's going?" said the big crow.

"Pick me! I'll go." (That's Junior, the little crow.)

"You're too young, Junior. Sit back down in that nest and eat that shiny quarter I gave you."

"You always say that. It's not fair!" (At this point, the young bird throws a tantrum.)

"Cut it out! I can't stand it when you whine."

"I'm not whining."

Isn't that the way it is with kids?

Well, apparently they let him go. He stood on the branch of the cedar tree and took his solo flight into the air, over my backyard, and landed right in the ivy.

Unfortunately, before I could save him, the cat ran in and dragged him off, never to be found.

Well, if you think that the crows were pissed before, you have no clue how mad they are now. I am awaiting reinforcements which I believe will arrive around dusk. Meanwhile, the cat is in hiding, the dog won't go out and I managed to escape and make a run for Round Table Pizza.