I say, old boy, let’s stir up some trouble.
Oh stop it.
I spent several years on a ranch that had two large ravens. Absolutely brilliant birds.
I have seen a crow funeral. Quite an affair to behold.
This should be pretty obvious to anyone who spends time outside. The crows are always talking about us and how to steal our shiny things or food.
So what do they think of the phrase “As the crow flies”?
Great. All we need are murders of crows conspiring against us.
And now if I tell my Doc that the crows are talking to me, I can show him this story.
I shoot so many, I’m not sure I want to know lol.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzoXQKumgCw
Is The Government Spying On Schizophrenics Enough? — The Onion
It doesn’t do much for their credibility that whoever made that video can’t tell a crow from a raven.
We saved a nestling Mockingbird that fell out of its nest. Hand fed it until it was old enough to travel to the Tucson Wildlife Preserve to learn how to be a real Mockingbird. We called him Jasper. After a couple of months he was old enough to be released, and they let us bring him back to the tree from which he fell. For several years, Jasper would come back and talk to us as we had our morning coffee by the pool. We would raise our hands up and call Jasper, and he would jump up from the top of his favorite tree. This went on for several years so we think he taught his offspring about us. The world is stranger that we ever imagined.
Compiles known behaviors into a fairy (crow)tale. It has some believable features until the end, where all the crow language is changed, for no reason, and they cannot decipher it any more.
Tends to discredit the entire story.
They are spying on us man.
They’re birds..... AI is anything but AI from what I’ve seen.
I started to freak when I read, “Global Avian Network”.
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.
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.
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.