Category Archives: making friends with crows

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 (making friends with crows #7)

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 (making friends with crows #7)

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