The Wise Woman calls crows

 The Wise Woman, knowing I’m interested in crows, bought a bag of unshelled peanuts and a crow call. 

She auditioned for me.

I told her she was doing just fine.

She took her show outside to a live audience.

Within seconds, I heard the crow version of “The Hallelujah Chorus.” Three crows can sound like a choir, but I counted seven from my upstairs window, with more coming in.

The Wise Woman’s version of a crow in distress was convincing — to a red-tail hawk. The hawk arrived, seeking an easy kill. Crows from all over mobbed it.