We don't have nearly as many crows now as we did during Covid. I used to talk to them all the time, though I felt that they didn't really approve of me.
A friend of a friend always tossed some Wheat Thins to the crows who hopped about her job's parking lot. One day a threatening man came up to her and the crows dive-bombed him till he went away! She invested even more heavily in Wheat Thins then. Would have loved to see his face as he ran away.
One of the crows definitely disapproved of me. Beyond considering me irrelevant.
The FOAF has long moved on from that job, but continues to feed crows, because you never know when you're going to need your own squad of fairytale birds. Being a big fan of fantasy, she was not only relieved but tickled that she seemed to have crows under a magical spell.
I do recall one of my favorite corvid sightings was when I was stopped next to a vacant lot that's surrounded by houses and overgrown with grass. A raven and an equally black cat were at opposite ends eyeing each other. I felt there was respect there.
Thanks for the information about crows, I’ll have more respect for them now! And I do love the roses.
For some reason I've always liked them, and like that I see them on my walks.
We don't have nearly as many crows now as we did during Covid. I used to talk to them all the time, though I felt that they didn't really approve of me.
This is such a fun read! Crows are fascinating!
A friend of a friend always tossed some Wheat Thins to the crows who hopped about her job's parking lot. One day a threatening man came up to her and the crows dive-bombed him till he went away! She invested even more heavily in Wheat Thins then. Would have loved to see his face as he ran away.
Wow, that is a cool story. And yes, I always talk to them, but since I don't feed them, I suspect they see me as irrelevant!
One of the crows definitely disapproved of me. Beyond considering me irrelevant.
The FOAF has long moved on from that job, but continues to feed crows, because you never know when you're going to need your own squad of fairytale birds. Being a big fan of fantasy, she was not only relieved but tickled that she seemed to have crows under a magical spell.
I do recall one of my favorite corvid sightings was when I was stopped next to a vacant lot that's surrounded by houses and overgrown with grass. A raven and an equally black cat were at opposite ends eyeing each other. I felt there was respect there.