I Had Coffee and Biscuits with My Friend The Crow This Morning.

 

My friend the crow visited me again this morning, I woke up around 6:30 and wiped the crusty's out of my eyes and washed my face and went to the kitchen for some coffee, it wasn't terribly cold, so I grabbed a chair and small table and put them outside my front bay window and   came back inside for my coffee, and had odd hunger for a couple of left over biscuits that I made a couple of nights ago. I grabbed my notes for a new UFO story outline that I've been wanting to work on. 

when I sat down and opened the folder, I heard a commotion above me. He landed on the handrailing next to the table and immediately began squawking at me, considering his width and over all size I'm guessing that it is a male, and judging from his size this boy is huge. It seemed to be the same crow that I'd had several conversations with last year, same head markings, the same off color feathers on its chest, okay, so here comes the part that I didn't expect. 

We were talking away, and I noticed that he was looking at my biscuits, So ever so slowly I broke off a piece and set it by his feet and he actually ate it. So we sat there and talked over coffee and biscuits, well, mostly he talked, and I listened, I'm not sure exactly what he was saying, but he seemed to really be into it, so I just let him go with it. Finally, after some time passed, he got his fill of the biscuits and flew away.  I left a few large crumbs on the railing and came back inside. I've always contended that crows possess a high level of intelligence, and they know who and what they can trust. I love Crow's they're so beautiful. that was probably the best breakfast I've had in a very long time.

Facebook is Dead To Me

 

Back in the early fall of 2011 I used to write on a blog site called Blogstream, it was my home away from home on the internet, like most other websites however it was not without its problems. There were small pockets of cliques, and there was some in fighting, but for the most part people got along fairly well, slowly but surely in late October I began to notice a decline in interest, by then Myspace and began its decline and Facebook seemed like the place to be. By the middle of 2012 Blogstream's home page had become a mixture of actual users and ad blogs, and before September, Blogstream announced that it was shutting down. I moved most of my writing here, mostly to archive it, to get it on the web, I still write here but not like I used to. The traffic here, much like Blogstream is drying up, Facebook to me seems to be a social media anomaly, it is starting to feel like the only reason it is still here is because it's too stubborn to die. and now I have to ask, how much longer does Facebook have? for me, it's already too late, the payoff isn't worth the effort, I think I'm just bored with it, and the only reason I keep it open is I have a few family members and friends there that I like to keep track of how they are doing, otherwise it's literally useless to me. Instagram and Threads that's where I spend most of my time now, my occasional attempts to kickstart my Echoes blog is spotty, but I need to spend more time here and less time spent on wondering if Facebook is dead or dying, I just can't bring myself to care anymore, websites are like places you used to visit, places that you visit less and less in your lifetime, until they eventually fade into memory. Echoes to me is like visiting an old friend, as soon as I open the page I know that I'm home. Maybe it's just a comfort thing, social media in general is still a very strange thing to me, what's here today may last through tomorrow, but beyond that it will only last until something shiny and new comes along to peak people's interest, there always going to be the next big thing, hiding just out of sight, around the next corner, and people will blindly chase after it, like hounds to a fox.

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