I can tell it’s nesting season because I was minding my own business walking to work last week when a crow dive-bombed me, then proceeded to perch on a telephone wire and stare down at me with an expression of both smugness and cruelty. Wounded, I retaliated by telling the crow that I didn’t do anything to it, and that I had no interest in its ugly babies. It then huffed off in a flurry of feathers, apparently satisfied that I wasn’t going to snatch its offspring from its nest. That’s a crow for ya. I recall some years ago, one of my co-workers had what everyone thought was an irrational fear of crows, and they spent years trying to get him to come around by plying him with books and articles about how smart crows are, and by giving him little crow gifts. The aversion therapy had the opposite of its intended effect, in my opinion. He seemed to get even worse the more they dangled crow-related paraphernalia in front of him. I kind of understand his point. After all, this is the very bird who, according to many Native-American myths,
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