I say, old boy, let’s stir up some trouble.
Posted on 12/23/2025 1:25:22 PM PST by Eleutheria5
You think you’re being watched by satellites and smartphones—but the real surveillance network is perched on power lines above your head. Scientists recently trained artificial intelligence on thousands of hours of crow vocalizations, expecting meaningless animal noise. Instead, the AI detected structured language, syntax, planning behavior, and something far more disturbing: humans are the primary subject of crow communication.
This documentary explores how crows recognize individual human faces, assign identifiers, share reputations across generations, and coordinate warnings through a global avian network. From facial recognition experiments and tool-making intelligence to crow funerals, justice systems, and possible encrypted communication, the evidence suggests crows are not reacting to us—they are studying us.
If AI can no longer translate their calls… did they change the language on purpose?
Watch carefully. The observers may already know who you are.
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They both have very unpleasant calls, and are probably related in some way. I only know from Jerusalem ravens, which have two colors, dark brown and grey, not those all-black European ravens.
They’re birds..... AI is anything but AI from what I’ve seen.
I started to freak when I read, “Global Avian Network”.
They’re corvids...Family Corvidae. Jays, crows, ravens, magpies.... All very distinct, though. Ravens and crows do not get along. Same with jays and crows, or ravens.
We had a timber outback behind our house, and I threw a rock at a crow once. From then on, if it would see me, it would follow me and buzz me sometimes.
They’re smart no doubt. I don’t think they’re gossiping about humans though!
Jays immitate sounds.
Parrots immitate human voices. Mocking birds immitate other birds, or make up their own tunes. Are they corvids, too? They don’t resemble them physically. But there is definitely some sort of a function going on upstairs, which is a similarity.
Ernest Thompson Seton was saying this sort of stuff about crows in 1898, in Wild Animals I Have Known. Not everyone believed him.
I say, old boy, let’s stir up some trouble.
Don’t tell me the schizophrenics were right. Just don’t.
There was an artist who took care of a family of crows, bringing their child back to their nest when it fell out, leaving food out for them during the winter. Once, he found a tree branch threaded onto a metal ring left where he would find it. Crow art work in gratitude for his friendship?
Well, he also had deer and rabbits talking to each other (Bambi and Thumper), so his credibility was not all that.
OK, crows seem to be pretty smart; problem solving, communicating, and so forth.
But, here on the farm, I’ve been stalked by a few buzzzards, too. They don’t seem like they want to have tea and talk politics. I try to move faster when they are around, perched on a fence post while I’m brush-hogging the back pasture, watching me...always watching.
Stumbled on one trapped in a horse stall a few years ago. He was NOT a happy camper...
They were onto something, but that’s not the same as being right.
My buddy had a crow roommate in the late ‘70s. It was not tame, not a pet. We called him “Joe Crow” of course. It just lived in a tree next to his house. He left the windows open in nice weather, which was most of the year here in AZ, and the crow would come and go as he pleased, even when my buddy was not there. He would take shiny objects, coins, silverware, keys, etc and take them up to his nest in the tree up about 50 feet. Sometimes my buddy would have to climb the tree up to his nest to get his stuff.
Joe Crow was not exactly unfriendly and was not afraid of us. He didn’t really care if you walked up close to him, he’d just slowly hop away. He would look at you with a side eye as he was picking the ground for bugs.
I never saw him with other crows, at least around my buddy’s house. Joe Crow knew what was happening around him. I forget what happened to him. My buddy and I were getting stoned most of the time then.
Heckle and Jeckle
They are right the birds spy on us. Just survival of the criws though.
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