I know people have mixed feelings about crows, but my hubby thinks they are the coolest, smartest birds, so he started feeding them. He started by walking out on the deck, throwing out some grain, and calling "CROW-CROW!" whenever he saw them nearby. It didn't take long for them to figure it out and we could call "CROW-CROW" without even seeing them, and they would fly in for a treat. They would always wait until we went back inside the house before coming up to eat -- they are VERY wary. After a full year of doing this, one of the crows will stay on the ground about 20 feet away while my husband walks out & throws the feed, and not fly off. Apparently you don't earn a crow's trust easily!
You'll love this: my husband has a theory about eye contact & crows -- when he walks out, he doesn't look AT them. He says he isn't as threatening that way. Whatever, honey...
We have found they love the carbs -- bread, cake, tortilla chips, crackers. But we mainly feed them dry dog food and grain. We get a big kick out of watching them pick up as much as they can in their beak, fly off a ways, bury it, and then pick up a leaf or rock to mark the burial spot. I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.
I guess the joke will be on me when a tortilla-chip bush grows next spring!
They know my husbands farm routine now, and when he goes to the barn to feed in the morning, they are waiting in the tree above the henhouse, and fly down to the back yard & are waiting for him when he comes in from the barn.
Anybody else have any crow stories? (Please spare me the shoot-to-kill stories)
Wendy
You'll love this: my husband has a theory about eye contact & crows -- when he walks out, he doesn't look AT them. He says he isn't as threatening that way. Whatever, honey...
We have found they love the carbs -- bread, cake, tortilla chips, crackers. But we mainly feed them dry dog food and grain. We get a big kick out of watching them pick up as much as they can in their beak, fly off a ways, bury it, and then pick up a leaf or rock to mark the burial spot. I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.
I guess the joke will be on me when a tortilla-chip bush grows next spring!
They know my husbands farm routine now, and when he goes to the barn to feed in the morning, they are waiting in the tree above the henhouse, and fly down to the back yard & are waiting for him when he comes in from the barn.
Anybody else have any crow stories? (Please spare me the shoot-to-kill stories)
Wendy
