cuentos de cuervos y jonke?

[catalogpose]

What can you tell me about crows?

What kind of unusual junk have you seen in someone's backyard?

(I'm writing a piece about crows and junk, and practicing Spanish for a trip to Mexico)

Comments

[the_eyeball_kid]

In an old apartment of mine, we had a little courtyard that opened through a gate onto a track of a high school. In my corner of the track were a couple of large trees that some crows lived in. One morning, I saw one sitting on the courtyard wall. A half hour later, it was still sitting there, so I went out to check on it. Turned out to be a baby learning to fly and I got fairly close to it before all the others started squaking. I went out a little later for my morning jog around the track and found myself being divebombed by about five crows whenever I got close to that corner of the track. It was embrassing. Everyone else on the track must have thought I was possessed and those darn birds didn't stop until I left the track.

So what I can tell you about crows is that their family unit resembles the mobs.

very cool

[catalogpose]

I've been reading some crow stories and I always get this creepy feeling like I'm about to hear a ghost story.

who you lookin at?

[anonymous]

Crows on ice still sport a 'tude.

When we get a crazy cold day during the wrong season and all the birds are wondering what's up... the crows will try to land on the street and slide all over the black ice. But without fail, when they get their balance and stick a spot, they squawk. Like as if they are sayin',
"psych - I meant to do that"

They're ghetto nerds!

A Murder of Crows

[bookworm_myrtle]

OK, you don't know me from Adam, but I was wandering around LJ based on people with a stated interest in Nina Simone, found you, read this and couldn't resist relating this story about crows.

A friend of mine lives on Whidbey Island, which is semi-remote, and her house is pretty isolated from others, though not in a scary haunted house way or anything. She has a huge deck, and she used to throw dried corn kernels all over the deck to attract crows. One morning she did her deal with the corn, stepped inside and turned around to find the entire deck *covered* with crows. In large groups, instead of a flock crows are called "a murder", and the size of this murder made her stop and wonder what kind of omen she was seeing.

2 days later her fiance was standing outside the car on the side of the road changing a tire when he was struck by a passing car that threw him across the road. He survived initially, only to die from a clot 3 days later.

I've always wanted to write the novel to fit a title of A Murder of Crows.

Re: A Murder of Crows

[catalogpose]

see how we come to think crow stories are weighted like ghost stories? That was a bummer story. I was saddened by the tragic end rather than accusitory of the crow co-inky-dink. Thanks for it.