There is a crow alone tonight. We were headed south on 23 with long shadows crossing the road. As we crested a hill, we saw them there, near the center line. feasting on some very flat roadkill. She took flight, arcing over the trees. He flapped his wings, rose, then dropped back to the pavement. Why? Did he misjudge the angle of the wind, did he take our little car as too small to be a threat, did the low angle of the sun confuse him? At the last second, he rose again to be slammed into our grill. I saw a tumble of wings in the rearview mirror. Did she know and fly on away? Or did she come back and linger near the lifeless body to make sure? There is a crow alone out there tonight.