Crows are smart
Several years ago, watching the birds and their fledglings, it struck me that I had never seen a baby crow. Considering the number of crows about, it seemed unlikely never to have seen a fledgling and I became intensely curious about it. I really wanted to see a baby crow.
One day I saw the neighbor boy hitting what looked like a bundle of rags in the street with a stick. When I asked him what he was doing, he said, "It's wing is broken, it can't fly." I came closer and saw a crow, apparently unhurt, with startlingly blue eyes. I realized the universe had answered my request to see a baby crow!
I picked it up with a towel and brought it to my backyard where it was nice and quiet. Knowing that the parents would be watching, I just gave it some 5-Flower remedy and left it to recover. Throughout the day, when I had reason to go out, I saw the baby in various spots throughout the yard. He had obviously been practicing his flying.
The next morning, when I chanced to look out the back window, there were half a dozen crows, perched along the railing of the deck! It seemed the parent crows knew a good flying practice spot when it offered! They were out there in diminishing numbers for the next few days, and I even had a short return visit the following summer.
Even though it's been about 10 years since their last visit, I always make a point of offering salutations to the crows, as a thank you.
One day I saw the neighbor boy hitting what looked like a bundle of rags in the street with a stick. When I asked him what he was doing, he said, "It's wing is broken, it can't fly." I came closer and saw a crow, apparently unhurt, with startlingly blue eyes. I realized the universe had answered my request to see a baby crow!
I picked it up with a towel and brought it to my backyard where it was nice and quiet. Knowing that the parents would be watching, I just gave it some 5-Flower remedy and left it to recover. Throughout the day, when I had reason to go out, I saw the baby in various spots throughout the yard. He had obviously been practicing his flying.
The next morning, when I chanced to look out the back window, there were half a dozen crows, perched along the railing of the deck! It seemed the parent crows knew a good flying practice spot when it offered! They were out there in diminishing numbers for the next few days, and I even had a short return visit the following summer.
Even though it's been about 10 years since their last visit, I always make a point of offering salutations to the crows, as a thank you.