
This spring, wildlife in my area seems to be going berserk. First, it’s the bear that saunters through the backyard at breakfast. Now it’s the crows.
Granted, at this time of the year, crows are generally a noisy bunch. But, the other day, it got so loud, it felt like the house was being surrounded by a winged army. One peak out the window and it was easy to see that the limbs of the trees in the front yard were laden with them.
It was a little creepy – kinda Alfred Hitchcockish, quite honestly.
Then I noticed a flash of white and saw my white calico dart under a bush as two rather large crows came out of tree, dive-bombing her. As soon as the door cracked open, she flew inside… and sure enough, after a few minutes, the crows took flight and disappeared.
A little googling, and I got my answer. Apparently, in the spring when they are nesting, crows become hyper-protective and swoop anydomestic pet (and sometimes children) who they perceive are getting just a wee bit too close to their nest – wherever that might be.
Sure enough, the next time the volume got loud on the crow meter, I looked outside and the dog was lounging in the spring sun in the front year, totally oblivious to the ruckus. But then she’s a 70 pound mutt that has far less to worry about than a small seven pound kitten.