Merle came by this morning. We threw out some extra peanuts for him. He’s pretty easy to spot, the way he hops around, his messed-up leg at a terrible angle, and his missing tail feathers are his signature. But the … Continue reading
So Day 2 Black Hat Keynote Interview with Neal Stephenson was one of the main reasons I wanted to go this year (besides being there with T to see more of his crazy world!) I’ve been trying to fly through … Continue reading
First off, what an unintentionally goth title for this post ;) This morning T successfully encouraged one of the few neighborhood crows to take peanuts he tossed onto the roof. This takes a bit of coordination and strategy, factoring in … Continue reading
Let me begin by saying that I grew up in North Texas, which is Southern in many respects, though people of the deep South would argue otherwise, as would any good Texan for reasons all their own. For my particular … Continue reading
Young crows, like other young birds, will leave the nest before they can fly, so it’s not uncommon to encounter a fledgling crow on the ground, seemingly fallen from its nest and abandoned. In most cases the adults are watching … Continue reading
About 8:30 Easter morning I left the house in pursuit of coffee. I’d barely gotten across the street when Ryuk fluttered down and lighted on his favorite sign post.
He’s the only crow of all of them who will make eye contact, and that’s what he did then, met my gaze and watched me stop and pat down the sides of my sweater.
He was after peanuts, of course, and I’d messed up and put on a sweater with no pockets instead of my usual jacket. I paused in front of the sign post, and we regarded one another, mutually realizing the transaction could not take place. I muttered an apology and walked quickly back to the house.
“What’s wrong?” T asked when I came back inside.
“He’s out there!” I said, grabbing a handful of peanuts from the bowl we keep by the door. I gestured outside past the fence, and sure enough Ryuk was still out there on the signpost.
T came to the doorstep and watched me prance down the steps and back across the street. I slowed down in my approach when I got close, not wanting to spook Ryuk, but he sat there patiently waiting for me.
I drew up next to the sign and held up a peanut to him, which he took firmly in his beak, gave me one more look and then flew away. Peanut crunching sounds crackled nearby.
I glanced back to T standing on the doorstep and did a little happy dance in the morning drizzle.
“Make it meow …” T: “When you’re in a coma, that’s what I’m going to sing to wake you up.”