As we’re puttering along in rush hour traffic on our way out of DC we see a black bird, probably of the corvid family, drop down into the meridian between north and south bound traffic.  When it flies back up it’s got something, a loose bundle, clutched in its talons.  When it gains a little elevation it comes swooping in over traffic, and lets fly this mess it’s carrying.  Plop! Down comes a bundle of grasses and debris on an SUV.  Traffic was tight enough there was nothing the driver of  the SUV could do to avoid it, so they just turned on the windshield wipers.  As far as I know, the corvid didn’t do it again.

The question is, why?  Punishment for a past offense?  The blessing of the Raven Lords?  Bird-lingo for “this vehicle is ugly–deposit dropping here”? 

I don’t know the answer to these questions, but have no fear.  I’ll be sure to make something up and put it in a book.   

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