Treasure of the Crow
Today I woke up a bit earlier than usual and as I didn't want to go back to sleep, I was listening to the latest Heti Meteor podcast (Weekly Meteor, Hungarian) in bed. The bedroom window faces west and I was gazing at the trees on the other side of the street as the Sun was rising behind the house. At one point I realized that something was flashing erratically on the big pine tree, without following a pattern. Being a city boy I don't know much about nature, but I remembered when I first read (typically in a graphic novel) about a bird that stole shiny objects and when they finally found its nest, it was full of medallions and other small family treasures. Leslie was about to leave to work, I asked her to check it out and she confirmed that it must be a crow's nest, I've even seen the black bird commuting in that area while I was wondering about the phenomenon. A light breeze must be moving the branches. I can't stop thinking of what kind of treasure the crow (or raven, magpie) must have piled up there... :-)
