No, there's no death.
In the park, I saw one Diva, one Fluffy and one Flying. I thought that maybe all the Mrs Crows were busy nest-building. But as I walked up from Mr Flying (presumably) I heard this rather tragic cawing. Not the usual caw-caw-caw thing, but single, sad calls. I followed my ears and am pretty sure it came from this tree - which may be the Flyings' tree.
You might, behind the children playing, hear two sad caws here.
I saw Mr Flying looking at the tree, but he wouldn't fly to it while I was there, so I left. But it made me anxious.
No sign of the Brave Three, but all four Driveways showed up. Though one of them had a go at another which then did a kind of bowing, baby-asking-for-food caw-caw-caw and then scurried off with her single peanut.
I wonder if it was one of them who was in my garden earlier? YES!!! Actually in the garden! Eating stuff! But he flew away as soon as he saw me.
Not so Fat Squirrel (FS) this morning. He was on the fence when I walked out, saw me, and jumped to the ground, ran to the patio and started eating the robin food (in a little antipasta bowl from Spain on the ground under the Tree Peony). I thought, OK, and stood to wait for him to finish. He finished and jumped onto the table three feet from me. He picked up a nut and I thought, Brave FS! But then he did a double take, briefly froze and fled. He was back as soon as I went inside.
And he came back again in the afternoon. FS was checking out what was on offer on the ground when he must have looked up and seen what I had just seen - another squirrel on the bird feeder above! Flurry of fur and FS was up the tree in full-on attack move. A squeak and a grey body dropped to the ground followed by a second and both disappeared in a flash of fur.
It's so stressful out there.
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