The reason for all this crow drama? This ugly little crowlet wandering in the alley. Eventually it found its way to our backyard compost heap and brush pile - baby crow heaven. It seemed to be doing just fine finding things to eat in there, and quickly got used to the parade of neighborhood children who wanted to look at it - especially when they tossed it food. All of this set the frantic parents into frenzies of endless cawing (which I must say made it particularly easy to figure out where Baby Crow was at any particular time - which hardly seems likely to help the situation). The back-alley neighbors who were not children were starting to mutter ominously about BB guns. I hope that dang crowlet learns to fly really soon.
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