liking crows (making friends with crows #7)

(a poster that hangs in my office)

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 defiled the air with their ugly noise. I’m sure I saw spittle fly when she called them “cockroaches with wings.” One of my closest friends called them “big bullies” and even my four-year-old prefers seagulls to crows because, as she said, “I don’t want to be with the losers.” To some, liking crows seems synonymous with liking tattoos or heavy metal or horror films or black lipstick or vermin. Liking crows means rooting for the bad guy or embracing the dark side. It’s just anti-social.

Now, from what I can gather, this reputation is just not justified. Although it’s true that they do eat other birds’ eggs (as do I), several studies have been done which involved killing off huge populations of crows to determine their effect on other birds; in every study, killing the crows did not increase the populations of the rest. So although the movie The Crow was rather dark and had a “killer” soundtrack, and I have seen many tattoos of crows and some of them a little bit scary, I don’t see any evidence that the bird itself is evil.

This anti-crow attitude was probably passed down to us from former generations who saw crows scavenging on battlefields or flocking in fields. Even though these birds rid crops of harmful insects and help clean up post-war carnage, a hasty or emotional observer might come away with a different impression. (Although crows can be a threat to crops, we have modern inventions that are much more effective than a scarecrow as a deterrent.) Or maybe it’s Poe’s fault for putting an eerie word into a raven’s mouth, or maybe it’s just because they’re black. Did you know that black cats are adopted less than any other color? Is it superstitious or racist?! I have no idea but if crows were pink, I promise you, most four-year-old girls would want one.

One of my favorite things to do is to eavesdrop in on my girls’ conversations. We have a small house and host many play-dates, so I get plenty of opportunity. When they play, those kids seem to spend a large portion of their time comparing likes and ensuring consensus. Among the four-year-old set, princesses are good, pink is good, plain noodles are good, and they’ll only eat strawberry yogurt (probably because it’s pink). If one person doesn’t like something, the other will agree: “We don’t like boys, right?” “Right.”

The ten-year-olds agree that skinny jeans are cool but clothes with writing on them or ones that display the designer’s name are not. They think it’s better to like what no one else likes but they want a little company while they’re taking their stand. Pink (the color and the pop star) is not their favorite (and you promise not to tell anyone that they secretly like Katy Perry, right?). The vocabulary is more varied and the reasons more convoluted, but they’re basically doing the same thing as their little sisters: playing the liking game, gauging popularity.

I always assert my opinion from the other room— “Ninjas are good, too!” I yell from the kitchen. “How about pink ninjas?” Or, “What about Daddy? And Finn? Finn is a boy and we like him, right?” I don’t know why I do this. Maybe I’m trying to influence them into becoming independent thinkers (which makes no sense—if I’m the influence, then it’s not independent, now is it?). The four-year olds will usually play along (because they’re flexible) but when I put on some Queen (or Bjork or Otis Redding or Cake or Joni Mitchell or Tracy Chapman or Rufus Wainwright or Leonard Cohen) and turn it up real loud, my big girl might roll her eyes and shut her door (which I choose to interpret as a sign of her independence).

Their need for agreement with their friends makes me nervous. It seems that by making a declaration about liking (or not liking) something, we are attempting to connect with others, and the more similar we are, the friendlier we can be. If you like me, you’ll like the things I like, and because I like you, I’ll let you influence me. Aha! There’s the rub. On a small scale this is just a fun game but, if pushed to the extreme, it gets really, really scary. Think about all the stupid things groups and cliques and frats and gangs do, like organizing mass crow-exterminating parties for fun or torturing a kid because he doesn’t like girls the way a boy “should.” Think about the pregnant teenagers at Gloucester High School, hazing, and cults like Jim Jones pushing Kool Aid.

Think about war.

Yep, when I think about it, I realize large groups make me anxious, and when I look back at things I have written for this blog, I see a trend, a common theme that goes, “I like ______ (fill in the blank) and nobody gets it.” It’s often Individual vs. Society, in both my persuasive essays and my fiction. When I write, I often create an opponent, a straw man or a crowd of straw men (people who don’t like crows or think I’m crazy for not having a cell phone, for example) to whom I must explain myself or whom the protagonist attempts to woo. I wonder if this One-Against-the-World stance is my “real voice,” if it’s a part of my personality, or is it inherent in the act of writing? Does blogging predispose one to feeling or acting defensively? Is there something about sitting alone with a computer, addressing a faceless, mute crowd, that makes you paranoid? Or is it just me?

Either way, this stance is starting to feel false and rather tiresome. My straw man has become a rag doll, a scarecrow, a big boring dummy and I’m beginning to wonder if there’s another way to write. People like David Sedaris seem to do well with Self vs. Self—maybe I’ll try more of that. Or I could imagine readers as a group of friends who don’t need persuading because they’re already on my side, even if we don’t necessarily like the same things: a friendly, smiling crowd –some wearing black lipstick and some in Burberry, a couple southerners, some vegans, and some who wear uniforms to work, some who like knitting or the color orange or whisky straight from the bottle—they might not be bobbing their heads in furious agreement, but at least seem interested and willing to engage in a dialogue.

These little details, our likes and dislikes make up who we are. They define us. That’s why they call them “telling details”—they speak volumes. They make it easy for us to characterize each other but we don’t have to agree.

We can decide to like deviation.

We can disagree together.


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About Anna Fonté

Girl in the Hat, aka Anna Fonté, is an author who writes about invisibility, outsider status, everyday monsters, and her attempts to befriend the neighborhood crows. The things she writes want you to look at them.


  1. I don’t even know where to begin commenting on some of your posts, Anna. You tell me I make you laugh sometimes; well, you make me think always and laugh sometimes.
    With crows, there is one sound that they make (that really creeps me out) that sounds sort of like they are clearing their throat and plotting our demise at the same time. They’d have to be pink and “softer-looking” somehow to be popular, I think. They are a smart bird, I’ll give them that. Kids are hilarious; I wouldn’t worry about them wanting to agree on things–we still do it as adults some, but have our own strong opinions too. I think if I ranted on my blog about everything that irritated me ever, I’d drive my few readers completely away, but must do some of it, just to be me.
    It’s so funny that you put that hilarious Portman video on here; I’ve been wanting to just “throw it out there” either on a blogpost or Facebook–the comment/question that’s been forming in my mind lately whenever a movie ad comes on TV–“Is Natalie Portman in EVERYTHING???” Well, yes, apparently.

    • Gotta love the Portman video. Every time I think of it, I gotta strut just a little bit and pop out a swear or two. So funny!
      I’m glad I made you laugh and think. That makes me very happy.

  2. I know I’m on your side “even if we don’t necessarily like the same things.” I’m a knitter who likes classical music, cranks Zeppelin and the White Stripes as well as the Soundtracks to Gladiator and Crazy Heart, is vegetarian, cries for happy and for sad at the drop of a hat, and thinks philosophically about whether it’s right to whack weird insects and bugs in my house just because they wander in and creep me out. I’m often misunderstood and pigeonholed, and get defensive about it, so I get what you’re saying here. I too wish we could all just disagree together.

    I’m so glad you had the guts to treat us to Natalie’s rap! 🙂 I kept thinking about sharing it, and then backing down. (What on earth is my PROBLEM!) I gotta stop the tiptoeing and be true to myself. (No exclamation point because my past has taught me to be scared, and I’m still practicing my about face. I guess that’s my problem; still working on it.) I’ll have to find something else to test my resolve on this not needing to be “liked” business. Props to you. I’m off to watch it again!

    • I think I included the video thanks to you, Re, since you reminded me about it so recently, so thank you for that!
      “On paper” should be the safest place to be fearless, don’t you think? At least in theory.
      I look forward to reading more of your forays into fearlessness!

  3. I don’t like groups either — I always end up feeling so wrongfooted among all the others who apparently seem to get along perfectly. I suppose most of them are probably feeling left out, too, but I can’t tell. My favorite way to be in a group is to create it. Then I at least feel assured that everyone in it accepts me most of the time, and I feel more free to be myself.

  4. Y’know, even though I can do a mean ‘caw’, that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m exceptionally fond of crows, but I don’t mind them being around, except if they try to intimidate me into giving up my fries.
    In my part of the world, crows are ubiquitous. They could even be a national symbol. And it’s hilarious that even brown-skinned people can be racist! I’m a proud owner of a black fuzzy cat of dubiously Persian origin (his nose isn’t as snub as it was cranked up to be) and to this day my mother bemoans the fact that I didn’t get a white cat. She just has something against anything black. But then, I can’t really blame her, black has too many negative connotations attached to it……our community doesn’t even wear black in Muharram (a Shia festival of mourning)…..but that’s a whole other story.
    This post started off on a different note and ended up on a different one, though it’s all connected somehow and I love the way you made the analogy. I guess it resonates with me, this aversion to conform to a crowd mentality….
    Fearlessness! That’s the goal! 😀

    • I wonder where you are that crows are so plentiful? (Of course, you don’t have to answer!) (As soon as I’m done here, I’ll go see if you mention that on your blog.) We have a black cat because that’s the one my daughter picked from the shelter although I have to say when she sheds, it doesn’t show on my mostly-dark clothing, which is nice. And you’re Muslim? So is my father (long story) and my brother just married a woman from Afghanistan. You’re right about the arc– for once in this essay I tried to let myself stay loose and see where it took me….

      • Karachi, Pakistan…to answer your question 🙂 And yes, Muslim by default, though, as I say in my most recent post, I’d much rather live in a world without the need for ‘belief’ systems.
        Did you know a crow is called a ‘kawwa’ in Urdu?
        Look forward to more stories from you….

  5. Laurie

    Love your posts! Happened upon it by looking up information on crows. I’ve been intrigued by them but my actions didn’t go further than that. When I read the story about the girl who was getting gifts left to her by crows it made me more interested. I noticed crows in my backyard last winter and thought it was a good starting point for me. So I started dividing up my dog food and put it out for them every morning. I go back to my door and caw for them three times before I leave. Then I start a stopwatch to see how long it takes for them to get their food. I have been doing this since about January 2015 and now if I do not put food out for them when they want it one will jump on my roof and caw to me. Usually nothing gets me up out of bed that early but for the crows I make an exception. Now when I leave the house I see a crawl flying in front of me and I think “Are you following me, friend?” I choose to believe they are because it makes me feel better and it’s harmless. Glad to see there’s more of us out here. It gets lonely being the only Crow friend and getting mocked for it.

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