Day 188: Not For Crows

An easier run this morning.  I think the weather is on my side.  High winds help me up the slow climb to the farm, and blow the cobwebs out of my head. 

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.

A very large crow keeps me company, flying ahead and then sitting on the fence between the lane and the fields, waiting for me to catch up before flying ahead again.  Eventually it gets bored, and flaps off in the direction of the copse.  But not before catching my eye pointedly.  As if to say 'I won't be your dog.  You're too sluggardly for crows.'