A Crow landed on he edge of the roof of the house next door, putting it just above direct site line into our bedroom window. Which is open since it's nice and cool here lately.
We have a sleigh bed, with a slatted headboard and footboard. The headboard, dead center, is missing a slat, creating a space wide enough for the cats to go into the window there, Morrigan, in particular likes it.
She happened to be in the window this morning when the Crow came to visit.
She has the tiniest meow for a cat. Very dainty and low. The Crow, on the other hand, has a loud, raucous voice.
They decided to have a conversation. Seriously.
I heard sounds I'd never heard from a Crow before. Chortles, sighs, loud squawks, chirps- you name it, that Crow said it. And Morrigan would talk back.
I looked out a few times. The Crow would move from the edge of the roof, up to the ridgepole and back again, generally in response to Morrigan.
It would have been amusing if they hadn't have woken me up out of sound sleep with their conversation.
Finally, after about 20 minutes, the Crow flew off, squawking loudly. Presumably to tell his compatriots about the conversation he'd just had with a cat.
But more likely to tell his friends that the squirrels were eating all the food, hurry up and get to the back yard.
At way too early in the damn morning.