He sits atop the chimney across the street every day to let me know he's there. When he sees me getting things ready (opening my window and putting out the special platform I have for him) he leaves the chimney and comes to wait on this pole right outside the house.
He's still ridiculously cautious, though. And ungrateful. And messy. I guess I have a teenager.
A monochrome photo of a large crow perched alertly atop a weathered metal utility post. The crow features the characteristic all-black, iridescent plumage and a stout, slightly curved beak. Its intense focus is captured against a blurred, minimalist background.
I deliberately wait until the crows are hanging around to take out the compost so that Topaz can be entertained for a bit. #TopazPosting#cats#Caturday#crows
Two crows, one on the ground and one perched on the top of the fence of a fenced-in compost heap. It's snowing hard enough to get caught as white streaks against the gray-brown tree trunks behind the compost pile.
igital mockup of physical rewards in three variations - print club, sticker club and print + sticker club, all containing a monthly letter and their assigned rewards in corvid theme. Join until January 28th to get these rewards in your mailbox.
crochet hooded crow being held by someone offscreen, sitting on an opened book, facing the camera. Some additional black details in the grey feathers are visible. The wing sits on top of the rest of the body and peeks out a bit at the end. The brown of the eyes more visible, almost giving it an expressive look
Did not think I was going to get this.
Blaming the crows (not really... sort of) staring intensely at me through the window. They've already had their peanuts for today, but they're very convincing. :ms_crow:
Good thing I was trained by having a cat for 11 years in building up resistance to hungry eyes after breakfast.
Which is hard, because I believe firmly in second breakfast.
Top text: "when you find a cool stick and someone says 'cool stick' and you feel cool.
Below is a picture of a crow laying on its back, holding a cool stick in both talons while staring at it.
In the kitchen getting the dough ready for first rise. There's snow thumping against the window. ??? It has stopped snowing, the sky is clearing.
I peek out the window.
Somehow, the neighbourhood crows are knocking snow off the roof onto the window. Much flapping.
When I appear, they go back to the tree and stare at me. 3 are within sight.