Every morning when I pull back the drapes, there, on a perch over the shores of Passamaquoddy Bay, is a single crow, watching to see when we get up!
If we happen to have some bread crust, we will throw a bit out for him. He will then call to other Crows, and they will all proceed together to where the bread landed on the yard, before flying away with it.
We have become connected by this act.
“Perch over Passamaquoddy”
Acrylic on wood panel
16” x 20”