The old man and the crow

The curve of a gentle creek generously shaded with willows and established gum trees.



The grass is well manicured and dotted with delightful habranthus flowers.

What could ruin this picturesque afternoon?

An old man laying in the shade of one of the trees screaming, "Shut up! I'm sick of hearing you!" to a crow that was repeatedly moaning his one-note song of longing and desperation.