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Crow Tales blog by Sunny

Angbac and Greble

On May 11, 2014…
Angbac and his crow-wife Greble arrived today for the spring and summer season at the farm. They perched above me in the Mighty Maples, seriously pretending they were not observing me, when in fact they studied me carefully.

Crows are amazingly clever. They are able to recognize individual humans by face identification. So, as they huffled their feathers and pretended not to stare- I wondered if Angbac saw the new grey hairs that developed from surviving the past Maine winter. Then I chuckled.

It’s Mother’s Day! My crows have come to pay their respects to their crow-mother who feeds them, sings to them and calls them by name. I think they should have brought flowers, though…

….just saying.

Mephfth

on April 14 2014…
Well, a young, unskilled, socially inept crow, “Mephfth”… came and carried off  the putrid squirrel body. The crow crowd watched in judgment from their superior perches in the tree, looking down their beaks so to speak, at this young fool.

But now we have broken the ice and can get on to open speaking again. Thank you Mephfth! Peanut butter, raisins, bananas and a dead mouse for dessert. It’s spring.

crow-talk negotiations

 

Angbac --   the old one
Angbac — the old one

 

 

 

April 13 2014
Found a squirrel body on the granddaughter’s play-set yesterday.. must have been there all winter. It was pretty putrid.  We took it to the “crow offering” site. A special tabernacle where I leave food for my crow friends. They are always in our trees and watching. Some have names and we speak back and forth. Most have come to love the offerings and opened up a relationship with me.  Well, so far the body is still there. It must be really beyond food, because they love dead things, love everything really.  I think I have lost credibility and respect from my crows. I’m thinking there will be revenge of some sort. Not a good sign for the start of crow-talk negotiations for spring and summer yard relationships. Just saying…(that “just saying” was for you Phyllis..I like that comment).