Travelog post for: Carla

Hello! 

My name is Carla and I'm a crow of passage. Who says we the crows don't migrate?



One day I was hunging out on a tree and suddenly saw an airplane flying over my nest.




It reminded me of the birds of passage I watched here in autumn. Then I thought: “Hey, I’m a bird too, aren’t I?"



That night I made a decision to leave my native forest and to see the world.



Good bye, dear flock, I will miss you! Good bye, sweet home!