Category Archives: making friends with crows

crow below

birdbrain

On the sofa with my laptop, I’m trying to go through all the proper motions of this writing thing when Plum, our cat, jumps up beside me. “Go away,” I grump. “I’m busy.” She rubs her cheek against the edge

crow below

birdbrain

On the sofa with my laptop, I’m trying to go through all the proper motions of this writing thing when Plum, our cat, jumps up beside me. “Go away,” I grump. “I’m busy.” She rubs her cheek against the edge

bird watching

bird watching

bird watching by Anna Fonté The word observation can mean both attention and devotion, as if watching is both a scientific and a spiritual practice, as if there were a fascial connection between eye, heart, and beyond. I see some

bird watching

bird watching

bird watching by Anna Fonté The word observation can mean both attention and devotion, as if watching is both a scientific and a spiritual practice, as if there were a fascial connection between eye, heart, and beyond. I see some

eat shit

eating crow (making friends with crows #22)

You should see what I do with chicken. Some might say it’s almost beautiful: buy whole, brine, roast, eat, reconfigure & serve again, put the bones in the compost and take the rest outside for the crows to pick at. Rest assured,

eat shit

eating crow (making friends with crows #22)

You should see what I do with chicken. Some might say it’s almost beautiful: buy whole, brine, roast, eat, reconfigure & serve again, put the bones in the compost and take the rest outside for the crows to pick at. Rest assured,

(image courtesy dpmshap)

#21 waiting for peanuts

There’s a crow sitting in front of my house. He’s always there. When I look out my window I see him on the telephone wire, hulked and ruffled against the cold, still as rock. There is something so heavy and

(image courtesy dpmshap)

#21 waiting for peanuts

There’s a crow sitting in front of my house. He’s always there. When I look out my window I see him on the telephone wire, hulked and ruffled against the cold, still as rock. There is something so heavy and

crow reflection by David Hayward

we’re friends with the same birds #20

When we moved into our house fifteen years ago, for me, the most charming thing about the place was not its unpainted wood shingles or open floor plan or exposed beams, it was the fact that the writer Philip K.

crow reflection by David Hayward

we’re friends with the same birds #20

When we moved into our house fifteen years ago, for me, the most charming thing about the place was not its unpainted wood shingles or open floor plan or exposed beams, it was the fact that the writer Philip K.

(Omens by Lydia)

counting crows #19

I walked out of my house this morning and found eleven crows waiting for me: eleven hooded figures lurking silently on the telephone wire across the street. If I didn’t love crows, I might find this a bit creepy. Eleven

(Omens by Lydia)

counting crows #19

I walked out of my house this morning and found eleven crows waiting for me: eleven hooded figures lurking silently on the telephone wire across the street. If I didn’t love crows, I might find this a bit creepy. Eleven

(image by Scott Morgan)

closer (#18)

We don’t touch while we’re sleeping. We move cautiously, careful not to disturb.  There’s an invisible line drawn down the middle of the bed and we lie there facing different directions like passengers on separate trains. It’s dawn when he

(image by Scott Morgan)

closer (#18)

We don’t touch while we’re sleeping. We move cautiously, careful not to disturb.  There’s an invisible line drawn down the middle of the bed and we lie there facing different directions like passengers on separate trains. It’s dawn when he

(image courtesy Barbara Courouble)

a history of crows (guest writer gabe martinez cabrera)

My esteemed writer/filmmaker/graphic novelist/blogging friend, Gabe Martinez Cabrera, read my ongoing attempts to befriend the neighborhood crows and felt inspired to write this wondrous fable.  On his blog, Running In Circles, I am consistently amazed and inspired by his uncanny

(image courtesy Barbara Courouble)

a history of crows (guest writer gabe martinez cabrera)

My esteemed writer/filmmaker/graphic novelist/blogging friend, Gabe Martinez Cabrera, read my ongoing attempts to befriend the neighborhood crows and felt inspired to write this wondrous fable.  On his blog, Running In Circles, I am consistently amazed and inspired by his uncanny

(image courtesy Giles Watson)

dead baby (#17)

The other day, I found this dead crow in the middle of the road, just outside my daughter’s school. I suspect, given the time of year, that she was a young one, fairly fresh from the nest, still learning to

(image courtesy Giles Watson)

dead baby (#17)

The other day, I found this dead crow in the middle of the road, just outside my daughter’s school. I suspect, given the time of year, that she was a young one, fairly fresh from the nest, still learning to

(image courtesy Aaron Kovalcsik)

how to make friends with a crow (#16)

what you’ll need:   food.   peanuts. boiled eggs. kitchen scraps. kibble.   keep it in your pocket or in the passenger seat. never leave home without an offering.  place it in a safe place where the crow can see

(image courtesy Aaron Kovalcsik)

how to make friends with a crow (#16)

what you’ll need:   food.   peanuts. boiled eggs. kitchen scraps. kibble.   keep it in your pocket or in the passenger seat. never leave home without an offering.  place it in a safe place where the crow can see

(image courtesy John "Jay" Glenn)

calling crows (#15)

The other day my 75-year-old father came for a visit. My father and I have always lived close by but we’ve never been close. After my parents divorced when I was 6, he remarried and started a new family.  I’d

(image courtesy John "Jay" Glenn)

calling crows (#15)

The other day my 75-year-old father came for a visit. My father and I have always lived close by but we’ve never been close. After my parents divorced when I was 6, he remarried and started a new family.  I’d

(image courtesy David K. Werk)

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

(image courtesy David K. Werk)

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

(image courtesy Chuck Groenink)

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

(image courtesy Chuck Groenink)

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

fireworks

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;

fireworks

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;

(image courtesy Jayne, nature 55)

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

(image courtesy Jayne, nature 55)

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

(image courtesy David Ladmore)

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

(image courtesy David Ladmore)

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