I was walking along the harbour on this cool and grey day. As I started along the boardwalk that juts into the water, I saw an unexpected number of crows hopping on the wooden railing. Crows are not common along the busy part of the port, particularly in this number of about a dozen. Odder still was the fact they kept in the proximity of a short man walking slowly along.
The crows kept moving beside the man. They were even jumping over each other, keeping pace. I thought he was some sort of bird whisperer, for they came within a meter of him, showing just the barest caution. I wondered at it.
I got close enough to see what the man was doing. He was dropping peanuts along the top of the railing.I was unaware that crow like peanuts. And he was being surreptitious about his actions, either for the benefit of the crows or because he did not want people to see his actions. He dropped peanut after peanut on top of the railing as he kept walking. The crows fluttered and followed, picking a peanut apiece.
This kept on for five minutes as the man led the crows along the whole boardwalk. Each crow was meticulous with each peanut, downing it before hopping and fluttering forward.
The man came to the end of the railed part of the boardwalk and continued on his way. The crows kept following him, flying to the top of buildings, and even flag poles, as they kept an eye on him until he faded into the distance.
I owe my life to Hitler, though I never met the man. My father was paid to stop Hitler, so there is no conflict of interest. I was given a thunk on the back o' the head by God when I was fifteen, and within a week began to write. I haven't stopped. My first novel was accepted 'over the transom'. My first editor/author luncheon in New York included a naked man with roller skates at the next table. For the sake of research I have lain on Kafka's grave, but I did not weep. I wish upon my own gravestone the phrase "Thank God He Didn't Die A Virgin". There is truth in every truth - so watch out.
My published novels include the popular fantasy A Lost Tale and the thriller The Bonner Deception. I also have two editions of humorous and spiritual short stories, The Elephant Talks to God, which are appreciated by both young and old.
My manuscripts range from stories about unicorns and druids in the 'Passing Through Trilogy' to the 9/11 destruction of New York. I have filled in the missing diaries of Franz Kafka; recounted the first person dementia of a serial killer; explored the outrageous lifestyle of the famous; and listened in while an elephant and God converse. I currently switch my attention between the saga of a family of onion farmers, from Fourth century Italy to the present day, and a contemporary NATO thriller.
I live in Canada and make Nova Scotia my home.
I prefer to travel by train, but embrace the computer age with passion. I am always on the hunt for unique onion recipes.
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