Baby Birds Are Bustin’ Out All Over

text and haiku by Kristen Lindquist

As I stand here at my desk, three young crows are whining in the driveway, begging one of their parents for food. They’re full size and look almost exactly like the adult bird, except their gapes–the insides of their bills–are bright red, and the gape flanges along the edges of their bills are still obvious, giving them a lingering hint of that baby bird look. The parent bird shoves something into the mouth of one of the whiners, and they all shut up for a few minutes. Left on their own, they spread out across the lawn to graze quietly. Two of them peck at unripe blueberry plants. At that age, why not try everything?

Begging young crows–
I’m wondering,
does appetite ever cease?