tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post8743295613735476596..comments2024-03-28T19:56:32.848-05:00Comments on Anecdotal Evidence: `There's Nothing Crows Won't Eat from the Menu'Patrick Kurphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436175583386298032noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-20284361992324301262010-10-13T13:16:07.117-05:002010-10-13T13:16:07.117-05:00Half dozen or so crows were loitering in my Chines...Half dozen or so crows were loitering in my Chinese Elm. Grudgingly these brutes have earned my respect. I listened to their vocalizations, trying as best I could to inventory their crow-words. Too many, lost count at eight. Another congregation down the street said a word or two. And the gaggle above my head responded tit-for-tat. Then another group in the opposite direction joined the conversation, too. Before long, three groups were saying their hellos and talking about rotting fruit and who knows what other neighborhood edibles. Fascinating birds, crows are.Kevinhttp://interpolations.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-43700867736103126972010-10-13T12:16:49.550-05:002010-10-13T12:16:49.550-05:00Yes they are wonderful birds, in their shameless c...Yes they are wonderful birds, in their shameless cunning way. There's a very good book, Crow Country by Mark Cocker (actually about rooks) - and of course Kay Ryan gets them spot-on in her little poem Felix Crow.Nigehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13314891387515045404noreply@blogger.com