The 265 stopped right on the side of ShopRite. I hopped off the bus into the parking lot, then walked through the sliding doors. I was hungry but on day 15 of a 100-day challenge to not spend money unnecessarily. I was only in the area to return a shirt to Target, and to do some light grocery shopping. I needed food that was easy to eat, and somewhat healthy. I grabbed one banana, a blueberry muffin, and coconut water. I picked the muffin because they didn’t have multi-grain croissants, and ever since the full moon I have decided to eat blueberries. According to Thema of One Village Healing, The “Blueberry Moon” was the time to meet my pure potential.
I checked out through the self-checkout and went back out the sliding doors to find a place to eat my breakfast. There were no empty benches so I found a spot, on the curb, right by the parking lot entrance. I dropped my bag and began to unwrap the muffin. It was so soft. There was a crystal crust of sugar on the crown and the blueberries looked fresh. I licked a bit of sugar off the top and scooted slightly to make sure I was seated comfortably. I bit down, chewing with my eyes closed- until I heard the flutter of wings and opened my eyes.
A crow had joined me on the curb and was now eyeballing my muffin. It must have felt me staring at it intensely because it looked at me briefly then began to wander away pretending to look for food in the small patch of grass adjacent to the curb. Guarded, I kept my eye on the bird and took another bite. I wasn’t sure how long it would be respectful so I chewed quickly. I swallowed, glanced across the street, then stopped- there was now a seagull staring at me. Out the corner of my eye, I watched the jet-black-bird circle back. The crow had pulled a power move to be in the best position for the crumbs. I admired the crow but felt bad for the seagull. I could tell it was not much of a fighter, it wobbled in circles trying to build up the courage to cross the street and battle the corn-hardened crow.
From binge-watching Planet Earth, I understood these things rarely end well. So, I decided not to eat the whole muffin. Instead, I would split the remaining in half and share it with them both. Relieved I smiled, grabbed my bag, then stood up. I split the muffin in half and prepared to run if things went awry. I took a deep breath and tossed one piece to the crow and another to the seagull across the street. Almost instantly, a pack of crows advanced on the single crow. The scavenger hopped and zig-zagged across a small patch of grass holding onto the piece of muffin for dear life. How did I not see these other crows?! I would have divided the muffin into more pieces! Searching for answers, I looked up. There was a telephone wire full of crows. They must have been watching me the whole time! Panicked, I glanced over at the seagull. It was alone, but its piece of muffin had landed in the street and a car was coming! The seagull squawked and flapped backward just as a white Nissan Altima zoomed past taking the muffin under its tire.
I lingered for a second before adjusting the bag on my shoulder. I stared back up at the telephone line. Two crows stared back at me mockingly. I looked away and began to walk in the direction of Target.