Inspired by an old reddit post. I started feeding bar nuts to these crows that are regural to the patio of a bar I work at. My collection of gifts finally started after 3 months.
A few years back there was a young crow kinda hopping around across the street from my house. I watched him for a bit not sure if he was in trouble and after about an hour I decided he was and that I would bring him to the bird sanctuary in my city.
I know now that fledgling birds work out how to fly this way and are watched by their mothers and that you should not interfere, but my heart was in the right place.
Anyway, I went over and scooped him up and ran back across the street into my garage, and he let out this crazy honk and this crow up in the trees just starts squawking and flying around. I go in the house feeling like I've made a terrible mistake and I start researching fledglings, where I learned the info I posted above about not to interfere.. I know, a little late.
So, I decide I'd better put him back, and I venture out of my house to get him from the garage, and this is like 10 minutes after the abduction, and now there are crows all up on my roof and in the trees on my front lawn.
I grab the little guy and run out of my garage and they all fucking explode into this cacophony of squawks and they're flying around, circling above me, and no joke, some of them seemed to be attempting to shit on me, as i'm running this crow back to the spot where I nabbed him in the first place.
I dropped him off and ran back to my house and they followed me, and perched back on my roof. It was pretty intense.
I was concerned they might remember me and hold a grudge. I've read they recognize faces and such, but they seemed to move on after a bit.
When I was kid, and we are talking like 1975ish, we lived on a mountain.. very rural area. I did not know anything about crows and of course there was no internet or anything.
Anyway one day my brother and I were alone and there was a huge rainstorm going on so we were pretty much cooped up in the cabin. My brother looks out the window and starts yelling at me to come and look. Right in our yard, perched on a stump was a large crow. Just sitting there getting soaked by a literal torrent of water falling out of the sky. We figured she was in trouble but didn't think we could catch her.
still we got a blanket and went out into the yard. snuck up behind it and threw the blanket over it and brought it into the house. Surprisingly it seemed happy to be in a nice warm living room. Pretty sure we fed it and of course she got to dry off.
Well, for the rest of the time we lived there "Leanor" as she was now known was our friend. She pretty much hung out most time in our yard or in the vicinity of the house. Every morning when I went out to wait for my ride to the bus stop, leanor was there hanging out just hanging out with me.
She'd fly off some times and go god knows where. But would always return. She would allow me or my brother to get close enough to pet her, but no one else.
Anyway I can attest that a crow can become a friend.
thecatsleeps on May 8th, 2017 at 23:35 UTC »
Write down someone you want gone and they will take care of it.
Molluskeye on May 9th, 2017 at 01:24 UTC »
A few years back there was a young crow kinda hopping around across the street from my house. I watched him for a bit not sure if he was in trouble and after about an hour I decided he was and that I would bring him to the bird sanctuary in my city.
I know now that fledgling birds work out how to fly this way and are watched by their mothers and that you should not interfere, but my heart was in the right place.
Anyway, I went over and scooped him up and ran back across the street into my garage, and he let out this crazy honk and this crow up in the trees just starts squawking and flying around. I go in the house feeling like I've made a terrible mistake and I start researching fledglings, where I learned the info I posted above about not to interfere.. I know, a little late.
So, I decide I'd better put him back, and I venture out of my house to get him from the garage, and this is like 10 minutes after the abduction, and now there are crows all up on my roof and in the trees on my front lawn.
I grab the little guy and run out of my garage and they all fucking explode into this cacophony of squawks and they're flying around, circling above me, and no joke, some of them seemed to be attempting to shit on me, as i'm running this crow back to the spot where I nabbed him in the first place.
I dropped him off and ran back to my house and they followed me, and perched back on my roof. It was pretty intense.
I was concerned they might remember me and hold a grudge. I've read they recognize faces and such, but they seemed to move on after a bit.
gcm6664 on May 9th, 2017 at 04:07 UTC »
When I was kid, and we are talking like 1975ish, we lived on a mountain.. very rural area. I did not know anything about crows and of course there was no internet or anything.
Anyway one day my brother and I were alone and there was a huge rainstorm going on so we were pretty much cooped up in the cabin. My brother looks out the window and starts yelling at me to come and look. Right in our yard, perched on a stump was a large crow. Just sitting there getting soaked by a literal torrent of water falling out of the sky. We figured she was in trouble but didn't think we could catch her.
still we got a blanket and went out into the yard. snuck up behind it and threw the blanket over it and brought it into the house. Surprisingly it seemed happy to be in a nice warm living room. Pretty sure we fed it and of course she got to dry off.
Well, for the rest of the time we lived there "Leanor" as she was now known was our friend. She pretty much hung out most time in our yard or in the vicinity of the house. Every morning when I went out to wait for my ride to the bus stop, leanor was there hanging out just hanging out with me.
She'd fly off some times and go god knows where. But would always return. She would allow me or my brother to get close enough to pet her, but no one else.
Anyway I can attest that a crow can become a friend.