Thursday, March 1, 2018

The Crow Whisperer

This morning, as I walked down the street to catch the bus to work, I heard a commotion up ahead:

cawCAWcawCAWCAWCAWcawCAW!

At first I saw three crows up in a tree; then a fourth; then a whole bunch more in an adjoining tree -- perhaps not a murder of crows, but at least an involuntary homicide of them.  They seemed to be rather disturbed about something.

I like crows, partly because they're smart little bastards and partly because they remind me of Huginn and Muninn, Asgard's airborne intelligence agency   I hate to see them upset, so I made an attempt to calm them down.

By doing my very best lady-crow impression.

I don't know how accurate it was -- my purring gargle probably came across as more penguin than corvid -- but I got a bit of a dialogue going with the gang up in the tree, and as I walked by and chatted with them they settled down quite nicely.

Most importantly, I got to work with absolutely no crow poop on my hat.

I do wonder what the crows were talking about after I left, though...

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