Here we see a very, very normal morning scene in rural Devon, UK: a writer gets up, makes himself a coffee and finds a crow in his living room, striking theatrical poses and showing off to the less privileged birds who have to make do with living outside.
My tuxedo cat got bullied by a squirrel once as well. It came right up to the patio doors like it was from Romford, going, "What you lookin' at? Do you want some? DO YAH?" My cat thudded his tail against the floor so loudly I thought my partner was stamping his foot... Or something!
PS very pleased to hear you're in your home for another year!
It's my biggest dream to be adopted by a murder of crows, but even one corvid could make me happy. I live in the U.S. and used to spot quite a few magpies, but I haven't in a bit. I'll have to research where they went.
I’ve heard that crows have excellent memories and can recall faces even after some time. They hold grudges, dive bomb and mob their enemies and, as you’ve pointed out, can be so assertive as to verge on being aggressive.
Wait, what? Have I missed an update? Did you get a reprieve on the whole being-kicked-out-of-the-house thing?
Frank is totally adorable, I do love me a corvid. Our resident pair of jays have successfully raised at least one new jay who's been learning how to raid the feeders from the vantage point of the washing line...
My local head crow silently disapproves of me. I can tell by the look in his eye whenever I come in or out of the house. I am obviously in HIS territory, despite having lived here many years before he was hatched.
I always feel quite chastened and inferior. Perhaps I should toss meat scraps out as an offering.
Two thoughts: You are the guy with all the new books out in the garage, right? Don't let that crow crap on them.
Then, we live in Southern Burgundy and have many interactions with animals domestic and wild. Are they seeking validation? Should I publish a novel to get them to stop bugging us?
I also have crowdependency issues. I feed my little 'murder' every morning, spoiling them with peanuts, cashews, macadamias, pumpkin seeds, and, on occasion, mashed ripe banana. It's costing me a fortune in cashew nuts but the sheer joy with which they consume them gives me a boost before I start work. One little fluffer likes to walk me to the drop zone, just to make sure I'm not cheating them!
I preordered five minutes ago…you can tell him to calm down!
Thanks Parrish. I just have. He's sitting on a tree stump, filing his claws, looking smug.
I find crows very good at smug
"The Man Who Mistook His Missus For A Crow"!
My tuxedo cat got bullied by a squirrel once as well. It came right up to the patio doors like it was from Romford, going, "What you lookin' at? Do you want some? DO YAH?" My cat thudded his tail against the floor so loudly I thought my partner was stamping his foot... Or something!
PS very pleased to hear you're in your home for another year!
If the worst comes to the worst, Frank can always help you with crowdfunding... (sorry)
Crows are fascinating creatures, but I must admit envying you for having magpies. Beautiful and strange.
It's my biggest dream to be adopted by a murder of crows, but even one corvid could make me happy. I live in the U.S. and used to spot quite a few magpies, but I haven't in a bit. I'll have to research where they went.
I'm in love with Frank!!!!
I had a snake wander (do they do that?) into my house once. He left willingly and did not return. Looking forward to your book!
I’ve heard that crows have excellent memories and can recall faces even after some time. They hold grudges, dive bomb and mob their enemies and, as you’ve pointed out, can be so assertive as to verge on being aggressive.
Be nice to Frank.
Wait, what? Have I missed an update? Did you get a reprieve on the whole being-kicked-out-of-the-house thing?
Frank is totally adorable, I do love me a corvid. Our resident pair of jays have successfully raised at least one new jay who's been learning how to raid the feeders from the vantage point of the washing line...
My local head crow silently disapproves of me. I can tell by the look in his eye whenever I come in or out of the house. I am obviously in HIS territory, despite having lived here many years before he was hatched.
I always feel quite chastened and inferior. Perhaps I should toss meat scraps out as an offering.
Two thoughts: You are the guy with all the new books out in the garage, right? Don't let that crow crap on them.
Then, we live in Southern Burgundy and have many interactions with animals domestic and wild. Are they seeking validation? Should I publish a novel to get them to stop bugging us?
Fortunately the books have all gone now! And, yes, definitely worth a go. But I can't guarantee it will make them leave you alone.
I also have crowdependency issues. I feed my little 'murder' every morning, spoiling them with peanuts, cashews, macadamias, pumpkin seeds, and, on occasion, mashed ripe banana. It's costing me a fortune in cashew nuts but the sheer joy with which they consume them gives me a boost before I start work. One little fluffer likes to walk me to the drop zone, just to make sure I'm not cheating them!
Yes, you owe Frank.
We all probably do.
Were I you, I'd go to the store butcher, ask for scraps of something real (cat food is an insult), and reward him. It's only right...