Odd animal behavior

I have clearly been feeding my crows too much.  Today one flew up to the balcony clutching an actual stick.  Are we playing fetch now?

Doomsday Averted by Ominous Black Birds

My computer died and my heart broke and the only things keeping me going are the crows outside my office window, sidling about in corvine beauty.

Crow

Corvine is a word, my “word of the day” email told me so.   It means crow-like, or pertaining to crows.  Stupid word-checker is underlining it now, though.

I watch the crows more than any “working” person should, and feed them pieces of bagel from the common room.  The crows stack the pieces of bagel into their beaks, getting four or five pieces carefully loaded in before they’ll dash away from me sideways in panic that I might leap through the glass and eat them.  They do not seem as fond of muffins or fruit.  More importantly, they have AMAZING licorice-like black tongues (except for this baby one that has started showing up, which has a pink tongue and shows it a lot because it is always yelling for some reason).

One of them pooped on the wall earlier, but I have forgiven it.  It was funny to watch, just like those mechanical Easter hens that pop out eggs when you push them down a little bit…  perhaps you had to be there.