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November 18, 2023
It’s our last Saturday in Paris, and the Jardin des Plantes is almost done setting up its Evening Lights Festival for the holidays. We took a stroll through the display a few days ago (in the rain, of course) to admire the enormous colorful statues of various animals and their habitats. As I was lamenting how we’d miss seeing everything lit up, a crow hopped down from a tree statue where he’d been observing us.
“Good afternoon,” he said in a very charming French crow accent. “My compatriots in Maine have asked me to check up on you.”
Before I could reply, he went on, “…and to tell you that the sunflower seed is running low.”
“Ahh,” I said.
He cleared his crow throat. “I think you understand what this means.”
I nodded, and I asked him to reassure his compatriots that, very soon, their cup would once again runneth over.
He said that would do nicely—and with a crow salute, he flew off to inspect a gigantic blue spider statue across the way.
“We are each other's harvest; we are each other's business; we are each other's magnitude and bond.”