A blog about finding a home 2800 miles West-Northwest of my birthplace: school, sunshine, wind tunnels, lively rivers, an odd little college town, and learning the language of the crows.| Tags, defined | | About this Blog | | Questions & Comments |
Today, yesterday, and the day before, a crow landed in a tree near me while I was walking and waited for me to put down food. Right now, I’m hearing a young crow who just woke up in the tree across the courtyard grow increasingly plaintive, and it is adorable.
…but this past Saturday, in between meeting my friends’ dogs (prior to sitting for them, this spring break), and heading to altar setup, I found a handful of crows foraging on the lawn behind the Japanese Garden; I left them a handful of peanuts, and moved on - they didn’t seem too alarmed.
In the afternoon, when I went back, there were still a handful hanging out, most notably a sentinel up by North Hall, so I sat down with my back to a tree and waited. One landed in the lawn, and I dropped a few peanuts and moved to another tree. Next thing I know, there’s four on the lawns and one has landed about fifteen feet diagonally behind me, and is walking closer. I wait, watch, weigh my options, and decide to take a chance.
Tossed a handful of peanuts in its general direction, and watched it walk all the way up - less than six feet from where I was sitting - and start eating. Took several peanuts for itself, then flew off with beak and throat full. I can’t remember if I’ve ever had one that close before - just out of arm’s reach, it seemed.