HE SANDWICHES WERE good. Thick slices of ham and tomato. Web found himself properly hungry for the first time in days.
The crow perched on the back of one of the unoccupied kitchen chairs and stared at Web hungrily until he capitulated and tore a piece of ham to proffer toward him. Grackle took it from his fingers with delicate precision, pinning it with one foot to the back of the chair as he’d done this morning on Kevin’s shoulder.
Kevin laughed. “You’ve made a rod for your own back, now,” he said. “He’ll never let you alone.”
Web laughed and Grackle gave a disapproving croak.
“Don’t you listen to him, Grackle, mate,” Web said. “You just ask, and you can have whatever you like.”
He offered him a piece of tomato, which was not quite so well received but nevertheless clearly welcome.
