Oh, the agony of a Kindle. I have 53 books in my “to be read” category. Seriously, 53 books. That’s along with 6 in my currently being read category . . .
and I don’t want to read any of them right now.
There’s nothing wrong with the books I have in my lists. Some of them are excellent books that I’m really enjoying but I’m not in the mood for them right now. I’ve been reading urban fantasy romance novels about human animal hybrids and vampires and the like. That genre is still appealing to me buuuuuuut I hate to buy new books without knowing they are good and that I’ll like them. What I’d really like is if my favorite authors would all come out with new books. That would be GREAT!
Enough whining for now . . . guess I’ll go force myself to read something good that I’m not excited about . . .
We’ve long had ravens at my school however crows are making more and more of an appearance here, too. Oddly, when crows show up, ravens usually leave. I suspect it’s the abundance of food available here — kids are notoriously messy. But, the Ravens and Crows seem to be working out a timeshare system where they use the playground at different times. This flock (murder) of crows was on the playground (16 strong) until my camera appeared and then they all flew frantically off to these distant trees. Sorry about the blur on this picture it’s zoomed in and super-cropped.
I love corvids. The crows at our school are more skittish than the ravens who are brazen and will come look in our windows and land right on the railing outside my classroom and kronk at me. They are heading for the garbage cans where the reach in with their beaks, pull up the plastic liner, hold it with a foot, and reach in again and again until they lift the food at the bottom to where they can reach it. Tricksy critters, ravens.