Hickory and I were hanging out in an oak one evening when two crows landed below us. We froze and waited to see what they’d do on the sidewalk.
To our surprise, they cocked their heads and strutted around, then got into a bit of a squabble. One left and the other…
Proceeded to peck at different spots.
“What’s he eating,” Hickory asked me. “Maybe we should check and see if we’d like it.”
So we scrambled down the trunk, scared off the crows and looked around. Nothing.
Then finally in disgust, Hickory said, “Ants. They were fighting about nothing better than ants!”