Crows are complex, though. The ones that live around my house can often be found ganging up and chasing away the red-tailed hawks that like to snack on the squirrels. The squirrels repay the favor by chasing off the crows who come to eat the peanuts I leave out for them (and eating the peanuts themselves). One time the crows flew around above me making a godawful racket until I went to the back yard and freed a baby raccoon that had accidentally gone into the box trap I leave out for groundhogs; they immediately flew off as soon as I let the little guy out.
Once upon a time there was a crow who was befriended with a talking cow that really, really liked to sit in a swing! (The original name of the book actually implies that the cow has a child, which is kind of freaky, because there is zero mention about the child, and actually reason to believe the child is nowhere around anymore. Why is the book not talking about the cow’s trauma at all?!)
In any case, once the cow had climbed to a tree for fun, and it was very important that the farmer won’t notice, because cows are not supposed to climb trees. The crow did a good job warning the cow when the farmer was approaching and damn it, I cannot remember what the hell the book tells, wait, maybe in the children’s room there’s another book about the same two animals!
…nope, couldn’t find it. But, would you like to hear a story of a father who recently found three children’s books that should have been brought back to the library a week ago?
I hope this story about a crow sated your appetite for crows!
Oh, and here’s an incomplete Wikipedia article about that cow (and the almost not main character, which is a crow): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mama_Moo
Crows are complex, though. The ones that live around my house can often be found ganging up and chasing away the red-tailed hawks that like to snack on the squirrels. The squirrels repay the favor by chasing off the crows who come to eat the peanuts I leave out for them (and eating the peanuts themselves). One time the crows flew around above me making a godawful racket until I went to the back yard and freed a baby raccoon that had accidentally gone into the box trap I leave out for groundhogs; they immediately flew off as soon as I let the little guy out.
Crows are generally awesome! I’ve only ever met one that I really didn’t like. Want to read a story featuring that one? 🙃
Fuck yeah, I do!
Sorry for getting your hopes up. It’s there a couple comments up from this one :)
I was promised more crow stories. I demand more stories. Entertain me! /s
Once upon a time there was a crow who was befriended with a talking cow that really, really liked to sit in a swing! (The original name of the book actually implies that the cow has a child, which is kind of freaky, because there is zero mention about the child, and actually reason to believe the child is nowhere around anymore. Why is the book not talking about the cow’s trauma at all?!)
In any case, once the cow had climbed to a tree for fun, and it was very important that the farmer won’t notice, because cows are not supposed to climb trees. The crow did a good job warning the cow when the farmer was approaching and damn it, I cannot remember what the hell the book tells, wait, maybe in the children’s room there’s another book about the same two animals!
…nope, couldn’t find it. But, would you like to hear a story of a father who recently found three children’s books that should have been brought back to the library a week ago?
I hope this story about a crow sated your appetite for crows!
You’re awesome. Thank you.
Glad to be of use!
Oh, and here’s an incomplete Wikipedia article about that cow (and the almost not main character, which is a crow): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mama_Moo