Category Archives: making friends with crows
feather, finger, pen
The other day my 75-year-old father came for a visit. We went to pick up my daughter Gwyn from elementary school and then to a café where he treated her to a hot chocolate. Gwyn sits in her chair, swinging
feather, finger, pen
The other day my 75-year-old father came for a visit. We went to pick up my daughter Gwyn from elementary school and then to a café where he treated her to a hot chocolate. Gwyn sits in her chair, swinging
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
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 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 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
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, boil for broth, put the bones in the compost and take the rest outside for the crows to
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, boil for broth, put the bones in the compost and take the rest outside for the crows to
#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
#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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
girl in the hat 