Yesterday’s post was put up before my cold got better – I did walk in the afternoon.
Our neighborhood, thus my walking route, isn’t infested by crows, but there’s enough continuous crow activity to be noticed. Most of my crow watching is in my back yard, so I wasn’t concentrating on crow activity while I walked, but what they were doing wasn’t just background either.
Crows seem to be like cats – no one can tell them what to do.
Crows seem to be like dogs – they claim territory and loudly let other beings know when that territory is being approached.
Crows seem to be like sharks – they’ll eat anything.
Crows seem to be like fraternity brothers or sorority sisters – they stick together.
I’ve seen flocks of crows, but most of the time I see them in groups of three.
Crows seem to have military like organization of duties – one appears to stand apart as if on sentry duty while the other two eat – rotation of duty seem almost as if scheduled.
Crows seem to be quite assertive, even to the level of aggressive bullying – I’ve seen them in groups of three, chasing a lone hawk. Wonder if they’ll chase an owl or eagle? Don’t they know raptors can kill even larger critters with talons and beak. Fairly often I see them in my back yard, in groups of two while one watches from the fence, heard a squirrel away from a buried nut or other goody.
I’ve never seen a crow kill anything to eat except a worm or grub from a lawn after rain or a recent watering. This morning I saw six crows (note the second multiple of three) pulling apart the body of a small animal, probably a squirrel, well smashed on the street. Those guys must have been really hungry – there wasn’t a lookout.
I envisioned a scenario. Crows can’t kill a squirrel or other small animal on their own, so they take positions and chase a squirrel into the street as a vehicle approaches.