Dear Old Bat and Frustrated:
You are not mistaken, Old Bat. That rapscallion DID wink at you in keeping with his ribald character. I have come to call him "Zorba" in recognition of his fondness for classy ladies of quality, and his less than inhibited lust for life. He was the most raucous of the crow crew refusing to quiet down in the evening when the others were content to behave, greeting each morning - regardless of the weather conditions - with a raucous, full-throated, raspy challenge, and strutting about our back yard salaciously in a manner whch Casanova himself would envy. An absolute delight and inspiration, Old Bat. And, I am absolutely delighted - absolutely delighted he found his way to YOUR windowshill. That bird's got taste!! I trust you winked right back!! Which pleases me to no end.
My dear, Frustrated, please forgive the indiscretions of the crows that made it to your home. It is my fault for not feeding them well enough before they took to the air. Their intentions were noble if their bellies less so. There is a solitary snowy egret, blown off course during one of our storms, which is attempting to overwinter along the shore here. Had I been more sensitive in terms of your loneliness, I would have trained it to fly to your home, in place of the crows, to keep you company and for you to do the same. It is delicate, lost, and alone - it would, I know, find great comfort in your care and you in its gratitude and grace.
With affection -
Jim