There was an unusual incident with the crows the other week. One morning Pat was watching and listening for them, but none showed up. After a short time, a lone crow landed on the roof of the house across the street. It began making a noise Pat hadn’t heard before. It was like the bird was in great pain and was crying. This went on for two or three hours. Terri happened to come over while this was going on, and she commented to her mother that it sounded as if the crow was crying. Eventually, this crow left. The next day, again, no crows showed up for breakfast. But a little later, the lone bird landed on the roof across the street and started “crying.” This time, Pat put out some food, and the crow came over and ate. As soon as it finished, it flew back to its regular spot on the roof across the street and started crying again. After a bit, another crow came in and landed beside the first guy. They chattered together for a moment and then flew off together. After an hour or so, the crow came back and cried for at least an hour before leaving. On the third morning, the regular group showed up for breakfast.

After a time, a lone bird that Pat took to be the distraught guy showed up and started eating. Two of the other crows went it and chased it away. That was the last time we saw or heard him. Considering the events of the last three days, Pat’s interpretation of the events was presented. She thought the lone bird had committed some type of infraction and had been booted out of the group. All the crying was the crow begging to be let back into the group. Who knows?

Dave Thomas

2/29/2024