Posts Tagged: 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

(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 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

(image courtesy Sara Pulver)

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:

(image courtesy Sara Pulver)

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:

(photo courtesy Rob Hernandez)

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

(photo courtesy Rob Hernandez)

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

crows black and blue

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

crows black and blue

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

crow

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

crow

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