I have been feeding my neighbourhood birds for a very long time now, and all they leave me is their poop (which I am happy to get to fertilize my flowers), but it's unintentional on their part.
Quote:The crows would clear the feeder of peanuts, and leave shiny trinkets on the empty tray; an earring, a hinge, a polished rock. There wasn't a pattern. Gifts showed up sporadically - anything shiny and small enough to fit in a crow's mouth.
One time it was a tiny piece of metal with the word "best" printed on it. "I don't know if they still have the part that says 'friend'," Gabi laughs, amused by the thought of a crow wearing a matching necklace.
Trinklets the crows leave for Gabi:
Quote:Through sparrow black wind
a dead crow calls out to his wing
we were lightning across the whole world
we were lightning
and the guise to black cats we made a cross when our shadows met
and the guise to black cats we made a pact when our shadows passed
through sparrow black wind
a dead crow calls out to its wings
I'm getting weaker I'm getting thin
I hate how obvious I have been
I'm getting weaker
and I look down and see the whole world
and it's fading