Category Archives: making friends with crows
sounds like love (14th log of my friendship with crows)
The other day I heard a crow make a very strange noise, nothing like the usual long caw or the chuck-chuck sound or even the k-k-k-k rattle I’ve heard them utter. This sound was soft and throaty, melodious, almost a
sounds like love (14th log of my friendship with crows)
The other day I heard a crow make a very strange noise, nothing like the usual long caw or the chuck-chuck sound or even the k-k-k-k rattle I’ve heard them utter. This sound was soft and throaty, melodious, almost a
The IQ Test (making friends with crows #13)
This is the 13th installment of my friendship with crows. Click here to start from the beginning. Watching an excellent PBS documentary about crows, A Murder of Crows, I was intrigued by Anna Braun’s study to test crows’ reasoning abilities. She
The IQ Test (making friends with crows #13)
This is the 13th installment of my friendship with crows. Click here to start from the beginning. Watching an excellent PBS documentary about crows, A Murder of Crows, I was intrigued by Anna Braun’s study to test crows’ reasoning abilities. She
How to Fly (Making Friends with Crows #12)
The other day, the stars magically aligned (empty house, hour to spare) for a miracle and I had the time and space to jump onto my spin bike. And it was good. Which is nice because it’s not always good;
How to Fly (Making Friends with Crows #12)
The other day, the stars magically aligned (empty house, hour to spare) for a miracle and I had the time and space to jump onto my spin bike. And it was good. Which is nice because it’s not always good;
Tossing Nuts Out the Window (Making Friends With Crows #11)
While driving my 11-year-old to her before-school chorus class, I spy a solitary crow atop a telephone pole. I keep a bag of roasted, unsalted peanuts in the car so that if we see any crows while we’re out, I
Tossing Nuts Out the Window (Making Friends With Crows #11)
While driving my 11-year-old to her before-school chorus class, I spy a solitary crow atop a telephone pole. I keep a bag of roasted, unsalted peanuts in the car so that if we see any crows while we’re out, I
Ten Things About Crows
It’s been a year since I began trying to make friends with the crows in my neighborhood and I think I’ve finally done it. So, for this 10th installment of my foray into the world of crows, I’ve written an
Ten Things About Crows
It’s been a year since I began trying to make friends with the crows in my neighborhood and I think I’ve finally done it. So, for this 10th installment of my foray into the world of crows, I’ve written an
beating back the elements (the 9th installment of my attempts to make friends with crows)
wilderness=a place not looked after. We went for our annual vacation to a cabin on the Russian River, a moss green trickle that seems less like a river and more like a very long pond. If I didn’t have kids,
beating back the elements (the 9th installment of my attempts to make friends with crows)
wilderness=a place not looked after. We went for our annual vacation to a cabin on the Russian River, a moss green trickle that seems less like a river and more like a very long pond. If I didn’t have kids,
Gimee, gimee, gimee! (8th installment of making friends with crows.)
I’d know that noise anywhere. Somebody wants something and they’re going to beg, beg, beg until they get it. Never mind that this somebody is not one of my own kids, never mind this somebody is, in fact, a bird:
Gimee, gimee, gimee! (8th installment of making friends with crows.)
I’d know that noise anywhere. Somebody wants something and they’re going to beg, beg, beg until they get it. Never mind that this somebody is not one of my own kids, never mind this somebody is, in fact, a bird:
liking crows (7th installment of my attempts to make friends with crows)
Nobody seems to like crows. The other day, a woman came by to pick up her girl from a play-date. When she heard I was interested in crows, she launched a tirade about how crows were murderers of songbirds and
liking crows (7th installment of my attempts to make friends with crows)
Nobody seems to like crows. The other day, a woman came by to pick up her girl from a play-date. When she heard I was interested in crows, she launched a tirade about how crows were murderers of songbirds and
feeders (my 5th account of making friends with crows)
As I prepare a plate of food to feed to the crows (some nice leftover chicken, berries, and a few chunks of cheese my daughter left in her lunchbox yesterday), it occurs to me that some people are just feeders.
feeders (my 5th account of making friends with crows)
As I prepare a plate of food to feed to the crows (some nice leftover chicken, berries, and a few chunks of cheese my daughter left in her lunchbox yesterday), it occurs to me that some people are just feeders.
making friends, with crows (fourth installment)
(photo courtesy Rob Hernandez) I heard through the grapevine: apparently, I have competition for the crows’ affection. A neighborhood woman wearing a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over her head was spotted throwing food out into the street the
making friends, with crows (fourth installment)
(photo courtesy Rob Hernandez) I heard through the grapevine: apparently, I have competition for the crows’ affection. A neighborhood woman wearing a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over her head was spotted throwing food out into the street the
still trying to make friends with crows (third installment)
(photo courtesy John Kay) Turns out, it’s not that easy to make friends with a crow. Crows are reclusive, skittish, and not easily wooed (adjectives which my friends will tell you also apply to me). If I was a birdwatcher
still trying to make friends with crows (third installment)
(photo courtesy John Kay) Turns out, it’s not that easy to make friends with a crow. Crows are reclusive, skittish, and not easily wooed (adjectives which my friends will tell you also apply to me). If I was a birdwatcher
strange bird sign (second installment)
(photo by joecrowaz on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/joecrowaz/) An auspice (Latin: auspicium from auspex) is literally “one who looks at birds, a diviner who reads omens from the observed flight of birds.” In ancient Rome, auspices would collect bird signs for augers
strange bird sign (second installment)
(photo by joecrowaz on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/joecrowaz/) An auspice (Latin: auspicium from auspex) is literally “one who looks at birds, a diviner who reads omens from the observed flight of birds.” In ancient Rome, auspices would collect bird signs for augers
making friends with crows
(photo by cheddar on flickr) My guess is eggs, but my four-year-old Gwyneth thinks they probably like meat and Kenyon, my ten-year-old, says cheese. But if you ask me, eggs, preferably hardboiled, might be the tidiest, surest, and cheapest way
making friends with crows
(photo by cheddar on flickr) My guess is eggs, but my four-year-old Gwyneth thinks they probably like meat and Kenyon, my ten-year-old, says cheese. But if you ask me, eggs, preferably hardboiled, might be the tidiest, surest, and cheapest way
