Befriending Crows

[chickenmeadow]

We live in a heavy forested area with a meadow where the chickens are securely housed with top fenced yard (2" chicken wire for less now load & easy to hit inside to drop snow thru) & hot wired. Daily we have an assortment of ground predators all up to bear & sky predators all the up to the wonderful large birds of prey. There are also large flocks of crows, ravens, etc. that take turns with the birds of prey; they are both present daily.

We never feed anything wild, as it just brings problems for them & us, we leave the delicate balance of nature alone, even if we're tempted to help out. So, a very brave rooster, fenced chicken roof & items in the field for the chickens to take cover with are the safest options. Love the pallet A-frame idea above. Best wishes to all.

 

[chickenmeadow]

I go outside this morning and what do I see?
50 black crows watching me
Though the air is a bone chilling 20 degrees
These 50 black crows are talking loudly to me
The horses are stomping and blowing frost in the air
The roosters are crowing telling me to beware
Taking a pause, I go back for the gun
When I go outside the crows are quiet and glum
Out in the yard was a raccoon, a big fiesty one
I raised the rifle whose dark barrel glinted in the sun
A flash and boom and the raccoon is no more
A moment of silence for the life that is now gone
One by one the crows take flight, quiet as the night
Shiny black feathers glinting in the sunlight
Rifle tucked safely away, I start with my chores
Sad yet satisfied the thief is no more

Get out a guitar & put some music to that, I think it would be a hit, you are a true songwriter. Take care.

 

[lazy gardener]

I go outside this morning and what do I see?
50 black crows watching me
Though the air is a bone chilling 20 degrees
These 50 black crows are talking loudly to me
The horses are stomping and blowing frost in the air
The roosters are crowing telling me to beware
Taking a pause, I go back for the gun
When I go outside the crows are quiet and glum
Out in the yard was a raccoon, a big fiesty one
I raised the rifle whose dark barrel glinted in the sun
A flash and boom and the raccoon is no more
A moment of silence for the life that is now gone
One by one the crows take flight, quiet as the night
Shiny black feathers glinting in the sunlight
Rifle tucked safely away, I start with my chores
Sad yet satisfied the thief is no more

Awesome prose! Thank you so very much.

 

[TwoCrows]

LOVE those Corvids.