ES, THAT was a flock of crows dancing around his nominal host. Web rubbed his eyes again, but they were still there, not a sudden, overnight impairment speckling his vision.
Web paused at the edge of the woods and watched.
There were half a dozen of them, eating whatever it was that Kevin had put on the table. And one sitting on his shoulder, picking at some delicacy Kevin had handed it. He was talking to them. Web couldn’t hear the words, just a faint thread of sound blown away from him on the breeze.
It was chilly this morning, the wind coming in from the sea. The last couple of weeks had been unseasonably warm and lacking in downpour. He supposed he’d been lucky. The weather gods looked like they might be going to make up for it over the next few days if his weather instincts and his
