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If you go down to Willow Farm...
Jul. 19th, 2019 09:53 amTotino's frozen pizza - the Breakfast of Champions!
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So, I could hear some sort of foofaraw going on out back, and I thought one of the actors was a baby Crow. I'd hear a lot of that weak, high-pitched caw, and an occasional adult caw (only that even-toned double caw that I think is more of a social thing than an outright alarm call, though). I could hear excited Starlings too. I finally decided that maybe there's a baby Crow in trouble, and went out to see. I startled about ten Starlings and one adult Crow, all in a group. They were all doing something together, but I haven't a clue what. Way, way more vocalization than hunting food would require, plus I have to think it was the adult Crow making that baby noise.
And, as I type, here comes a cock Grackle with three juveniles, leading them across the lawn toward the spillage beneath the seed feeder. They're old enough to fly, and to peck food up themselves instead of having it handed to them, but still young enough that they follow dad around in a little group, learning the things he knows about finding food, etc.
*****
No matter how fucked up your hobby, there's always someone who'll make you look normal.
*****
So, I could hear some sort of foofaraw going on out back, and I thought one of the actors was a baby Crow. I'd hear a lot of that weak, high-pitched caw, and an occasional adult caw (only that even-toned double caw that I think is more of a social thing than an outright alarm call, though). I could hear excited Starlings too. I finally decided that maybe there's a baby Crow in trouble, and went out to see. I startled about ten Starlings and one adult Crow, all in a group. They were all doing something together, but I haven't a clue what. Way, way more vocalization than hunting food would require, plus I have to think it was the adult Crow making that baby noise.
And, as I type, here comes a cock Grackle with three juveniles, leading them across the lawn toward the spillage beneath the seed feeder. They're old enough to fly, and to peck food up themselves instead of having it handed to them, but still young enough that they follow dad around in a little group, learning the things he knows about finding food, etc.
*****
No matter how fucked up your hobby, there's always someone who'll make you look normal.
