A man and his wife walking by apologized as they moved around me and my murder of 12 or so as I fed them their thanksgiving dinner, and the man called out "I love crows, they're so..." and here he paused for a moment to think of the word and then told me "...sacred."

I felt a little bit inwardly sneering; it was a corny thing to say. But I was the one handing out chunks of chicken fat, dressed in harem pants, a long green apron, and hiking boots. And don't I feel the same way about the crows? What other word would I have for the feeling I get when they come to me? How special I feel, how blessed when their wings just brush my hair or I feel them inside my shadow, turn, and there they are. I'm really the crazy one here.

I can suddenly define the feeling: a little bit lonely.