We were playing pickleball yesterday with friends when a crow swooped down and landed on the baby stroller. Thankfully, their 15-month-old was occupied with Heidi and the dogs, because the bird pecked around in the diaper bag and then flew off with a protein bar that had been in the pocket. Stunned, we watched the crow as it landed first on a nearby chimney, and then next in the shade of a tree off to the far corner of the court.
"I can get it!" promised another friend, and he took off running toward the crow.
Overconfident, perhaps, or possibly preoccupied with getting its prize out of the wrapper, the big black bird had no defense, and AJ nabbed the stolen snack back just as quickly as the crow had grabbed it a few moments ago.
The game was, of course, at a standstill as we laughed about the turn events. "Who wants it?" called AJ, jogging back to the court.
The answer was no one-- everybody was just a little skeeved about eating what we had to start calling "the crowtein bar".
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