Last year I decided that I'd like to make friends with the crows in my neighborhood. It has taken a while, but finally a pair of them have realized that I am a reliable source of all sorts of crow delicacies. I have been trying to train them to come when I ring a bell. But they seem to just come over and sit in the tree above me when they see me come outside. The other morning they were pacing in the parkway at nine in the morning when I usually feed them. As soon as they saw the door start to open, they flew up to the yard. Didn't even get a chance to ring the bell.
Crows are very intelligent. They are naturally suspicious. So when I put the food out, they approach it slowly. And although they are sitting in a tree directly above the coveted treat, they fly to the end of the fence and then walk back up the sections until they reach their goal.
I'm not sure where my fascination with crows comes from. Maybe from a wonderful book I read as a child, The Tapestry Room by Mrs. Molesworth. A book about a little girl, a pet crow and a magical garden entered through the tapestries. Hmm. Now I'm the one with the garden and the crows are coming to me.
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