Croow behavior

[LibraryLady]

http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-31604026

I'll see if I can find another story about crows and recognizing human faces that I saw a couple of years ago..

[millergrovesue]

I knew they were smart birds but this is really neat.

Crows visit my front yard daily to dine on the corn chops I throw out for them and other birds. But none have left me anything but poop. Hmmmmmmm.

Wanted to have a pet crow as a kid. I've heard they can be taught to talk.

[LibraryLady]

Now you have a challenge--make friends with your crows.

[LibraryLady]

Here is the mask story
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/26/science/26crow.html

[millergrovesue]

Very interesting stuff.

I'm not sure how to befriend the crows around us but would like to find the time to try. Also the problem with living in the country, with lots of wide open spaces, is that my corn isn't a significant food source for the crows. Ah, a challenge.

[grouchy]

When I was a kid my great-aunts who lived here at the home place had a pet crow named Joe. He would sit on their shoulders.

[ralph]

Mr. Kidon had a crow hanging around his house when I was a kid . We'd try to catch him all the time , couldn't do it .

[millergrovesue]

When I was a kid my great-aunts who lived here at the home place had a pet crow named Joe. He would sit on their shoulders.

Did it talk?

[grouchy]

When I was a kid my great-aunts who lived here at the home place had a pet crow named Joe. He would sit on their shoulders.

Did it talk?

He was fluent in crow but never learned English. He also loved to dive bomb little boys.

[millergrovesue]

When I was a kid my great-aunts who lived here at the home place had a pet crow named Joe. He would sit on their shoulders.

Did it talk?

He was fluent in crow but never learned English. He also loved to dive bomb little boys.

Gee, wonder how you know about the dive bombing.

[John in Plano]

When I was a kid my dad brought a sick crow home and we kept it in a box for a couple weeks while it got healthy. I don't recall what we did, bird never pecked me or my mom, rest of the family was fair game. When it was healthy we released it and for months it was a daily visitor for food. He'd land call out and wait. If we didn't supply it quick enough he'd start ripping at the wood shingles while looking in the sliding glass window. He visited weekly/monthly for a couple more years.

[millergrovesue]

When I was a kid my dad brought a sick crow home and we kept it in a box for a couple weeks while it got healthy. I don't recall what we did, bird never pecked me or my mom, rest of the family was fair game. When it was healthy we released it and for months it was a daily visitor for food. He'd land call out and wait. If we didn't supply it quick enough he'd start ripping at the wood shingles while looking in the sliding glass window. He visited weekly/monthly for a couple more years.

Made me laugh out loud. Funny stuff.

[John in Plano]

When I was a kid my dad brought a sick crow home and we kept it in a box for a couple weeks while it got healthy. I don't recall what we did, bird never pecked me or my mom, rest of the family was fair game. When it was healthy we released it and for months it was a daily visitor for food. He'd land call out and wait. If we didn't supply it quick enough he'd start ripping at the wood shingles while looking in the sliding glass window. He visited weekly/monthly for a couple more years.

Made me laugh out loud. Funny stuff.

It was the 60s and we kids named the bird Sambo, not long after releasing a name change happened...that damn bird , became his real moniker

[millergrovesue]

When I was a kid my dad brought a sick crow home and we kept it in a box for a couple weeks while it got healthy. I don't recall what we did, bird never pecked me or my mom, rest of the family was fair game. When it was healthy we released it and for months it was a daily visitor for food. He'd land call out and wait. If we didn't supply it quick enough he'd start ripping at the wood shingles while looking in the sliding glass window. He visited weekly/monthly for a couple more years.

Made me laugh out loud. Funny stuff.

It was the 60s and we kids named the bird Sambo, not long after releasing a name change happened...that damn bird , became his real moniker

We have a cat with a very similar name. The majority of the time I refer to her as That Damned Cat.