The Local Team

On the way to the grocery store today, we passed the local youth baseball field. It was raining slightly, probably just about enough to call a game for an hour or so if one was being played.

There were four crows perched on the mound, taking tentative steps, reminding me of the scene in many baseball games -- the pitcher, the manager, catcher and maybe the shortstop deciding what to do with the next batter.

Just before they were out of my sight, I saw one of the birds flap his left wing -- calling in his south-paw.

Not even a trip to the grocery store is boring!