Today I planned to talk more about Plant Therapy and tell you about the oils they sent for me and the family and Buster. I had been thinking all night about some cute ways to tell you all about them. I even had image layouts placed in my head of how I wanted everything to mesh. But then crows happened. “Uh, Marlene, you are not making sense.” No, my dear, I am making sense. You see, the crows have effectively called the war on my working hours and this is just no longer going to work.
Are you rolling your eyes at me?
It all started when Matt got his first predator call a few years ago for Christmas. He will sit outside and use that thing for like an hour. The damn thing has like a bazillion different noises and modes so that you can call in the Predator of your choice. But why? Why in the hell would you want to call in a predator? If you are my husband, you really don’t need a reason. I think if we let him, he would be Matt Damon in “We Bought a Zoo” and live out the rest of his days, at home, surrounded by his freakin zoo.
As it turns out, Crows are really smart
Now, every time my front door opens, or someone walks out the front door, they are right there, in all of my trees, screaming! So I did a little research (Matt should have done it, as this is HIS problem) and found a wealth of knowledge out there about crows and crow behavior. As it turns out, I am not the only one who notices the black bird’s strange almost smart behavior. Not almost. They are super smart!
The other day I was creating a newer version of Driftwood Succulent Planters, and I thought I would just jet out to the little woods on the bike and check things out. Well, that was a giant mistake. As soon I was off the bike they started. I am not talking about one or two crows. No, there was like at least 15. And they started flying low and making lots of noise.
As it turned out, I did not need to be in the woods that day and went home.
But why? Why are the crows treating me like I had run over their nest and killed some babies? And why were some so freaking big?
Those big ones? Not a crow. They are ravens. But still related to crows. But they are much louder with a deeper voice.
Facts are Facts, Jack
What I found was both fascinating and terrifying. They are thought to have their own language and have a remarkable memory. The reason they followed me from home to the woods is that they know my home is where the predator call and I’m now associated with the terrible noise that comes from my front porch.
Crows can also remember a face that crossed them or a murder mate. (Oh, you didn’t know that a group of crows is called a murder? Well, aren’t you happy that you stopped by so that I could impart that little wisdom to your pretty mind? Your welcome) And they can share that info with the rest of the crows nearby.
Did you know that crows have even mastered the art of eating a toxic frog by stabbing them in the throat and only eating the innards, which are NON-TOXIC? How is this not terrifying? I learned that at Interesting Facts.
If I were a Norse Gal I Too Would Have a Raven
If you know anything about Norse Mythology, you know that Odin had two Ravens, Huginn, and Muninn. The names loosely translate to thought and mind. These birds were messengers of Odin or helpful spirits. It was thought that when Ravens appeared after a sacrifice, that the Gods had accepted the gift.
Now, I won’t claim to look at crows and think ” Yay! The Gods have accepted my sacrifice! They sent me crows!” I think my reaction is “Oh, great. The crows are here.” And what’s worse than walking into a room and feeling like everyone is talking about you? Walking outside of your own home, and KNOWING that you are being watched. Not by some creep who likes to peek into rooms as we undress. No, by freaking birds.
Take this away:
The point I am trying to make is that Crows are super smart. If you hurt one of them, they will remember your face (wish I was kidding) and terrorize you for a long time. They are so smart, they know how to open a peanut shell by placing it in front of your car as you are driving so that you can open it for them. They even know to choose which car as so the nut does not get too smooshed.
I want you to be vigilant. I want you to watch these smart creatures and tell me what you see. Are they waiting for you to leave before they eat the garbage like a common raccoon? Have you had one crow turn into a huge murder (ouch that word again) just by utilizing the voices they can caw out? Have you ever seen them attack another bird? (if it was a crow or raven, chances are it was sick or injured. they kill off the weak ones)
Stay safe out there my friend. You never know when a crow will plan your demise. (or just squawk so dang much you wish they would) Saturday I will have more information for your upcoming giveaway with Plant Therapy. I will announce the theme for the photo contest and tell you my families reaction to using them! In the meantime why don’t you join my #hotmess mom group so that you can get updates on the giveaway and a reminder to upload your photo? You can do that by following me here!
Until next time…
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