The crow on the right must be afflicted with something. (Mites, most likely.) The crow on the left was grooming the infested one, picking away at the back of the other bird's head.
When the helper bird turned and inched away, the itchy bird followed. Edging close, the crow bowed its head to ask for more. The helper was indulgent, for a little while longer, before winging to a higher perch.
The afflicted bird cawed noisily, in protest, before scratching and pecking under an extended wing.
We all try, in our way, to be free. But sometimes, we need a little help from our friends.
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