I’ve posted here before about how the corvids are my favorite birds, and about how they seem to be bouncing back after West Nile. I’ve missed that raucous chorus. Back when I worked for the Missouri Dept. of Natural Resources, a co-worker told me that they were HIS favorite birds too. But, him being a large country boy who was into guns, I responded, “don’t tell me… for target practice, right?” And he nodded. grrrrrrrrr.
Crows get an undeserved bad rap. If you didn’t see “Nature” on PBS this past week, look it up online; it’s all about corvid intelligence, which I’ve been reading up on for decades. And read the following article (thanks to old pal Steve Joyce for turning me on to it):
And let’s hope bats rebound from white-nose as well. (They should be posting “help!” on Twitter, considering their vocalizations.)
P.S. the illustration is one of a crow funeral. They have a culture about it, and gather ’round and mourn their dead fellows. I found a recently deceased one on the sidewalk in the Panhandle of Golden Gate Park in San Francisco many years ago, and all the crows in the trees were lamenting loudly. I moved their late comrade under a bush so nobody would mess with him, but the live ones were dive-bombing me while I did so, because they didn’t know my motivations yet. I wasn’t actually hit, but they came close.
P.P.S. I can’t give credit for the illustration, because I downloaded tons of images off Google and into my Windows pictures file back in the days before I started writing this blog, so I don’t know whom to thank. I tip my hat to whoever drew it, though.