2026-09-25 22:14 UTC
@benroyce@mastodon.social
I worked at this shitty Palo Alto startup a decade ago. Venture capital money, so they had a well-stocked snack area.
I would grab some cashews, go out onto the plaza, sit on a bench, and give them to the crows. Crows definitely liked that, learned who I was, cawed when I came out.
One day, a crow flew up to a nearby branch, looked at me, then dropped...
an acorn!
Hey, a magical corvid gift!
Replies (2)
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@murodegrizeco@toad.social 2026-09-25 22:19
@benroyce@mastodon.social I took the acorn, sprouted it in a pot, got it going into a little sapling, gave it away to someone with room for an oak tree. Maybe they grew it. Or not. Anyway, a bit later, I was doing my crows-get-cashews thing, and the same crow flew up to a branch, looked at me, then dropped something for me. I ran over to see what it was. Another magical gift? No. It was just crow poop.
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@benroyce@mastodon.social 2026-09-25 22:16
@murodegrizeco@toad.social they do give food! either that or "hey human, gimme that sweet cashew goodness. here's a shitty acorn in payment. if you keep feeding me though, i found this quarter..." 🤭