Friday, May 06, 2016

In a blue, blue sky

Earlier this spring, I watched a pair of crows assemble a nest near the top of a tall pine on my median.
Over and over and over they would bring one twig to the site, place it, and fly away for another.
Later, I watched one of them swipe some cat food from the bowl on our porch and bring to the other at the nest. There's a bakery near my house, and sometimes I would see one of them with a stale roll or a slice of bread, soaking it in a puddle, and then taking that back to the nest as well.
Then I watched them chase away the hawks and mockingbirds that flew too close.
Rick told me last night that he found a crow hatchling dead on the median. He put the body in the trash bin. I don't know if it died before or after it fell, or why. It's sad to see any dead animal, but especially a baby that had parents that cared so much for it.
They're still tending the nest, so I think probably there's another hatchling up there. There's a lot of crows around here but I hope we get at least one more.


dguzman said...

Birds have it tough--even crows, who defend their nests/territories fiercely. Sometimes the adults will determine that a baby isn't going to make it, though--and they kick them out of the nest themselves. It's so harsh, but it's what they have to do to ensure the strongest one(s) survive. I get very emotional about it myself--I'll never forget the sight of a bluejay pecking its young baby (that had fallen out of/been kicked out of the nest and onto my driveway) to death. What do you even do with that, besides store it as a traumatic memory? At least crows are plentiful.

Vikkitikkitavi said...

Yes, of course you're right.

Larry Jones said...

Many, many crows in my neighborhood in Long Beach. I love them. I think you're right: I think they care about each other.