Its feathers began to fly, and a bit of blood could be seen accumulating on the edge. Aggressively moving it back in forth and jabbing it into the crevice which it had created. The crow smacked its head around on the corner like a shark eating a seal. "Yes! good boy!" Guy called out from below. A corner opened a bit and we could see the wires inside. The crow continued its rampage against the box, cawing in between scrapes and smacks with the piece of plastic. Erin looked over at me and said "There's no way we would've got that open" and I agreed with a head nod. It was a gold plastic of some type, probably from a childrens toy or something similar. The crow continued to scratch and beat the box with the object in its mouth. In a cacaophony of movement and sound the crow began to bang on the box with its beak, causing Guy to jump, and be the next to fall off into a pile of dust and grass below. Erin climbed up the fence and perched on top of it next to me as we watched it all unfold. Moving its head sharply from side to side. And in a moment, he sat down at the top of the box right next to Guy. The crow continued to hover, before getting a bit closer, its wing flapping furiously, its feathers black turning blue in the evening sun. "Whatcha got in your mouth buddy? Is that for us?" Guy asked as if he was talking to a puppy. Erin looked up from below, her furry head covered in dust and old dead grass. "He's got something in his mouth!" I yelled out to Guy. "What the fuck!" Guy called out as the crow flapped its wing and hovered just a few feet from him. The crow swooped near them and Erin screamed "Oh shit!!" and she jumped back, losing her balance and falling off the side. Guy and Erin continued to fruitlessly attempt to open the box, but it wasn't budging an inch. Was the crow Siri? There was no way to tell. As it came closer I could see it had a large object in its mouth of some sort. "Hey buddy! What do you have there?" The crow twitched its head over at me, and launched off the fence towards the box. I squinted my eyes to see the gopher, and called out to it. It was a crow, and it had something in its mouth. I was about to jump, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a black creature, slowly moving further down the fence. "I can't hold the damn thing!" he yelled out. Erin had wedged the twig underneath a corner of the edge of the box, and Guy was trying to grip it with his gopher hands to no avail. "You have room for me up there!" I shouted from below. I sat back, gauging the distance for the jump and the landing area ahead of me. Erin was up second, she had a twig in her mouth which was fat and short. His paws scraped at the edge of the steel grey box to no avail. Guy was first up, apparently he really felt comfortable being a gopher as he took the mission very seriously. One by one we climbed up the pole, just as Siri the butterfly had instructed and made our way to the little box which was precisely where she said it was. It made for a great cover and smelled fantastic to our gopher noses. We crawled past the sage which was growing in bunches up against the chain link fence. Erin and I watched from below before Guy looked back and motioned with his head that it was safe to come out. Guy was leading the pack through the tunnel, and he stuck his head out first, looking around to see if the hawk was anywhere in sight. The cool ground surrounding the tunnel was comforting in a way, and for a moment I forgot I was a gopher. This will go hand in hand with the history of Black creators in the arts, and trace the story of their work through some of these iconic names. History takes us to the contemporary, and we will look at the Black artists today playing their part in the story of Black excellence and creativity with boldness and brilliance: including Kehinde Wiley, Bernardine Evaristo, and Kara Walker. We will highlight icons from across disciplines, and explore the work of Prince, Aretha Franklin, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Toni Morrison, and Miles Davis. We will also highlight history makers and trailblazers, whether those at the turn of the century like Duke Ellington and Billie Holiday, or those established at the legendary Black Arts Repertory Theater in Harlem, New York, and the creators the movement included: names such as Audre Lorde, Ntozake Shange, Thelonious Monk, James Baldwin, and Gil Scott-Heron. This month we will highlight Black artists on the platform who use their talents to promote not just Black excellence, but the Black experience.
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