Hoodie.

Good day to all. Today I want you to imagine another meeting with an old familiar gray sheep. She constantly flies to the pond if she manages to get a cracker to soak it. For the whole time of watching her, I have never seen that she ever brought a black bread, always only white.

So today she flew with a white biscuit in her beak and sat next to the water. Then one of the ducks rushed to her, hoping that the crow would share it with her. But not here it was, the crow of the flight went further and lowered the biscuit into the water.

The duck began to approach from behind, but the crow quickly grabbed the biscuit flew to the side.

At this time, another crow flew in. Watching them I did not see that they would take away prey from each other. On the contrary, she sat between the duck and the crow, not allowing the duck.

The crows were fed up with the duck and she took the biscuit and headed away from the pond. But the duck immediately followed her.

Having finished the meal the crow flew to the roof of the garage, looking around at all from above.