My grandpa taught a crow to say "hello" when I was a kid. He used to walk the same route everyday and once when I was visiting he told me about the crow. I was like yeah whatever thinking is was one of his silly jokes, then we walk by the crow. He says "oh there his is" then looks up at the crow and says "hello" the crow kinda tilts his head and looks and my gramps and says very clearly "HELLO" back. From then on I was convinced my grandpa was a wizard.
Crows are actually such amazing creatures. I grew up out in bumble-fuck-nowhere, in eastern Canada. We had quite a large crow population but they were very clearly divided up into family groups. I had this one particular murder of crows that lived in and around my family’s property that was very interesting.
Where I lived we had compost pick up services, so a lot of stuff that could feed the animals, got tossed in a bin and left to rot. I was a young stoner that spent a lot of time outside and realized the same crows always congregated around the house. I started tossing turkey carcasses, fruit, nuts, seeds, ham bones, anything I thought they could eat, I’d toss into the bush. It didn’t take long for them to catch on that I was the bringer of good eats. I even learned a few of their calls, as to alert them that chow was on. It became a really cool ritual. For years. They’d almost always be around at the same time every day. If they weren’t I’d bust out one of their calls and they’d arrive within minutes.
This may sound silly and made up but it’s the honest truth. Crows are magnificent, intelligent animals.
dirtandstarsinmyeyes on January 24th, 2020 at 22:32 UTC »
Okay... I’m seriously gonna find me some crow friends. They always seem to bring gifts.
l3ane on January 24th, 2020 at 23:34 UTC »
My grandpa taught a crow to say "hello" when I was a kid. He used to walk the same route everyday and once when I was visiting he told me about the crow. I was like yeah whatever thinking is was one of his silly jokes, then we walk by the crow. He says "oh there his is" then looks up at the crow and says "hello" the crow kinda tilts his head and looks and my gramps and says very clearly "HELLO" back. From then on I was convinced my grandpa was a wizard.
chewchewtwain on January 25th, 2020 at 01:30 UTC »
Crows are actually such amazing creatures. I grew up out in bumble-fuck-nowhere, in eastern Canada. We had quite a large crow population but they were very clearly divided up into family groups. I had this one particular murder of crows that lived in and around my family’s property that was very interesting.
Where I lived we had compost pick up services, so a lot of stuff that could feed the animals, got tossed in a bin and left to rot. I was a young stoner that spent a lot of time outside and realized the same crows always congregated around the house. I started tossing turkey carcasses, fruit, nuts, seeds, ham bones, anything I thought they could eat, I’d toss into the bush. It didn’t take long for them to catch on that I was the bringer of good eats. I even learned a few of their calls, as to alert them that chow was on. It became a really cool ritual. For years. They’d almost always be around at the same time every day. If they weren’t I’d bust out one of their calls and they’d arrive within minutes.
This may sound silly and made up but it’s the honest truth. Crows are magnificent, intelligent animals.