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The crow that’s afraid of me stopped coming to the tree. The first one came as usual, ate, and called for the other. It replied from somewhere nearby, not too close. They called back and forth for a long time, the second one replying less often. Finally, the second crow came, angrily cawed in the … Continue reading Crows VI

Currently, only the first crow comes. It arrives immediately after I do and I feed it. Then it flies off to join its mate. It comes back at the end of the day, alone. I feed it again. It doesn’t hang out in the tree, always leaving after it eats. It seems happy to be … Continue reading Crows VII

The first crow came early and alone as usual. The second joined after a couple of hours, landing on a separate branch. They started muttering to each other, not the loud caws they use for calls, but the low, chicken-like “bwaks” they use to exchange information. They talked for a long time and finally the … Continue reading Crows V

A couple days ago, after the second crow arrived and their coos and grooming finished, something changed. I was inside and missed what happened, but when I came out the crows were on different branches. Not sitting together, not muttering to each other. Separate and silent. Like they’d had an argument. They stayed that way … Continue reading Crows IV