48 A CRUISE WITH A CROW. 
where, though spring has come to our land 
and the birds are nesting, the water is still a 
solid, frozen highway. 
And on the bank of that river, just outside 
a sludgy little town, sitting all huddled up 
with a mate he picked up by the way, sits our. 
old gray crow, pessimistically waiting for the 
ice to break up and allow him to begin nesting 
operations. 
