Okay, so there are a lot of crows in Israel. Like, think of the pigeon situation in New York City. But, pigeons aren't the size of toddlers...these crows are. They're HUGE.
Today, I was walking through my favorite park/playground on my way home and one of these crows swooped down and tried to pick me up by the crown of my head with its talons!
The only people around were paying attention to their children, so I just stood there. Traumatized.
Yeah. That happened.
Jenna
- the Ginger
- I won the genetic lottery- fairly complected, freckled, and alarmingly red hair. I'm a 27 yr old from a small town in Pennsylvania who, somewhere along the line, fell in love with Israel. So, I've followed my heart to the land of milk and honey. What will happen? Your guess is as good as mine, but you can bet there will be sunblock involved.
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The crow seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw.
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