If’s 6:00 and the crows are cawing. Each morning we are awakened by the sound of crows. There is an old cemetery, near our home, with two large spruce trees. Throughout the day, I’ve seen a few in those trees so I presume this is where they nest.
When I was a child, we had a couple of roosters and a flock of hens. I remember how mad I would get, especially on holidays, when I would be awakened by the Cock-a-doodle-doo of the roosters. I would bury my head in the blankets to try and get some peace and quiet to get back to sleep. I hated those roosters!
The photo above was taken on one of our walks. I was impressed on how the rooster, in the front, strutted his stuff. There were two other roosters and they knew their pecking order (. a hierarchy of status seen among members of a group of people or animals, originally as observed among hens.)
Getting back to the crows.
I have a video, somewhere, of two crows digging into the bank that’s behind our home. It was in the winter and they would come back often, to dig through the snow and into the grass. Apparently, they store food in the long grass. The bank is a perfect place to do this as the grass is long and impossible to cut so it hangs over the bank.Ingenious!(cleverly and originally devised and well suited to its purpose.)