“Ok that’s seven loaves of sourdough- Wait. I’m gonna need to see some ID.”
(Reasonable quacking sounds)
“Dang it. It’s ducks in a trench coat again. Third time today.”
No bullshit, the local crows know when I'm baking sourdough now. They smell it, I guess, and they know that I'm a soft touch. I usually do little batches of "discard" pancakes, and share a few with them.
They have, however, decided that they will only visit the side yard because of our chicken. She rules the back yard, and they won't fuck with her. So there's this solid mass of iridescent black on that patch, just cawing and waiting until I open the damn window.
For a few years, I had a crow friend who liked to perch in the trees across the street. I would yell hello, and they would caw back. They were great, I always have them my food scraps. Stopped coming one day, and I really miss them. I hope they just found greener pastures somewhere.
Oh yeah, crows are survivors. If they moved away, it's because something better drew them. They don't abandon a solid resource without a damn good reason.
I thought the reason they say not to feed ducks bread was because they would get used it and flock to city centers.
Mainly they flock to bakeries. Once they've tried the artesianal stuff they come up with all kinds of crazy hijinks to get it. It's really a nuisance.
“Ok that’s seven loaves of sourdough- Wait. I’m gonna need to see some ID.”
(Reasonable quacking sounds)
“Dang it. It’s ducks in a trench coat again. Third time today.”
No bullshit, the local crows know when I'm baking sourdough now. They smell it, I guess, and they know that I'm a soft touch. I usually do little batches of "discard" pancakes, and share a few with them.
They have, however, decided that they will only visit the side yard because of our chicken. She rules the back yard, and they won't fuck with her. So there's this solid mass of iridescent black on that patch, just cawing and waiting until I open the damn window.
I like crows lol.
For a few years, I had a crow friend who liked to perch in the trees across the street. I would yell hello, and they would caw back. They were great, I always have them my food scraps. Stopped coming one day, and I really miss them. I hope they just found greener pastures somewhere.
Oh yeah, crows are survivors. If they moved away, it's because something better drew them. They don't abandon a solid resource without a damn good reason.
It's practically an epidemic.