We have bought a crow.
He perches himself providently on the dashboard of the tour bus whilst Nathan chases down the miles behind the wheel. He gives us frequent weather reports with a keen sense of authority. “It’s fairly cloudy,” he might shout into the back. “We know crow. We’ve got windows back here too.” “Very well” He says, his pride a little damaged.
We found him at the back of a cluttered bazaar in Frankfurt. He was browsing a 3 for 2 classics section that stood separately to the shelves on a cardboard point of sale stand. “I simply adore Balzac” he said unprompted as we passed.
We suspected that he might actually belong to the shop so we bartered his price at the counter in secret.
We asked if him he would mind coming along on our trip to keep Morale high and he said he would not mind. He told us as we left the shop that he normally traveled with leading Symphony Orchestras. “But what a quaint little experience this will be for me, chaperoning an ensemble of twee folk musicians.”