The Visitors

I built a fire in my backyard. I watched the smoke trail up into the night sky.

A flock of crows flew over my backyard and started coughing. They couldn’t fly and crash landed on my lawn.

I gathered up the coughing and dazed crows and wrapped them in a blanket. I went inside and heated up a bottle of warm milk. I brought it out along with a dropper. I fed each of the crows warm milk with the dropper.

After about a half hour, the crows stopped coughing and were feeling better.

I apologized for the smoke. The crows said not to worry. The crows asked if they could stay the night. I said yes.

We all went inside and climbed into bed. The warmth from the crows made it so that I didn’t need to turn on my electric blanket.