I was reading Angela's Ashes when an old woman walked pass.
She wore an old grey t-shirt, with black short and faded black cap. She had a really short boyish hair. She held a plastic bag and she walked fast. She stopped by every fence's pole, raised her heels high to reached the upper part of the pole, put something and went to the next pole.
Everyone was curious. We looked at her, looked at the plastic bag and look at the pole. She finished her last pole and walked away fast, leaving the station without even taking the upcoming train.
It took me several minutes to connect the dots.
She put pieces of sliced breads on every pole.
For the crows.