Vivian has discovered crows.
Actually, Vivian, following her nose, discovered a dead skunk, and the crows which were, um, completing the circle of life. They took off when she came up, all bustle and flap, complaining. Vivian said “Ooooo,” and (fortunately) forgot about the skunk.
“They’re crows,” I told her. “Crows.” And did a little imitation of their call.
“K-wah!” shouted Vivian, flapping her arms. “kwah, kwah, kwah!” It was a great imitation, though high-pitched. Half an hour later we met up with James and she again demonstrated “what do crows say” with flap and screeching, for the enjoyment of the whole coffee shop.
All day she was delighted with this and would trot it out whenever it crossed her mind. Even when I was settling her to bed: “Kwah,” she said, sleepy. “K-woes.”
