Bunny with an axe (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bunnywithanaxe) wrote,@ 2006-07-07 12:54:00 |
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The Crow files: an ongoing saga (also see link below)
The Bandolier raven: (The trail information says there's no crows there)
I had been bugging my compatriots with my inane crow stories all weekend. I'll spare you. If you are curious, check the last entry in my Livejournal
In any case, I sensed some loving eye-rolling in some of the comments-- you know you have found your people when they make no secret that they think you are a raving lunatic, but they still love you. So when a raven , bullied about by a blustery wind, perched on a nearby pickup truck at the parking lot next to the gift shop in Bandolier, where a group of us were resting, I decided to try out my corvid mojo.
I cawed at him. (he was acting like a "him" Trust me.The Bird Book tells me these things)
He looked over,then ignored me.
I cawed again.
This time he looked over with pointed interest, and cawed back.
I "purred" at him (check link below-- I discovered a "kin" call, whick kind of sounds like a caw-y purr.)
At this he hopped off the truck and paced around the benches where we sat, keeping a wide berth, and not taking his eye off of me. He came around a path at the back of the benches and walked up to us, and began cawing. I cawed back, he cawed. I cawed back. I purred a bit. This was apparently coming on to strong for him, and he cawed back. Etc.
By this time the rest of the group had come back from their hike and joined us. Somebody else joined us, too-- a smaller raven, who sat on top of the roof of the gift shop and delivered some kind of lecture to the crow on the ground. He began pecking at the ground.("Honest, honey, I was just looking for bread.") He cawed at us a couple more times, again got a tongue (beak) lashing, and pecked wildly at the ground. Then MacGyver's Apprentice said he tried to get a picture of him, and he took off. With Spouse.
Lyda Rose called me a "crow femme fatale."
Having said all this, I must add that Lyda was eating an ice cream cone at the time.He probably expected we'd pitch it to him eventually, being such good friends and all.
The Bandolier raven: (The trail information says there's no crows there)
I had been bugging my compatriots with my inane crow stories all weekend. I'll spare you. If you are curious, check the last entry in my Livejournal
In any case, I sensed some loving eye-rolling in some of the comments-- you know you have found your people when they make no secret that they think you are a raving lunatic, but they still love you. So when a raven , bullied about by a blustery wind, perched on a nearby pickup truck at the parking lot next to the gift shop in Bandolier, where a group of us were resting, I decided to try out my corvid mojo.
I cawed at him. (he was acting like a "him" Trust me.The Bird Book tells me these things)
He looked over,then ignored me.
I cawed again.
This time he looked over with pointed interest, and cawed back.
I "purred" at him (check link below-- I discovered a "kin" call, whick kind of sounds like a caw-y purr.)
At this he hopped off the truck and paced around the benches where we sat, keeping a wide berth, and not taking his eye off of me. He came around a path at the back of the benches and walked up to us, and began cawing. I cawed back, he cawed. I cawed back. I purred a bit. This was apparently coming on to strong for him, and he cawed back. Etc.
By this time the rest of the group had come back from their hike and joined us. Somebody else joined us, too-- a smaller raven, who sat on top of the roof of the gift shop and delivered some kind of lecture to the crow on the ground. He began pecking at the ground.("Honest, honey, I was just looking for bread.") He cawed at us a couple more times, again got a tongue (beak) lashing, and pecked wildly at the ground. Then MacGyver's Apprentice said he tried to get a picture of him, and he took off. With Spouse.
Lyda Rose called me a "crow femme fatale."
Having said all this, I must add that Lyda was eating an ice cream cone at the time.He probably expected we'd pitch it to him eventually, being such good friends and all.
