I Love Crows!

Have I told you about my crows? No? Well, I love crows.

I feel special they have chosen me to be their feeder. Without fail at sunrise they begin to caw and protest I have slept enough and need to feed them. I swear the crows know my car and face. When I come back from putting my youngest on the bus they are perched all around my front yard demanding breakfast. They make harsh sounds calling all others to join in till I am sure my neighbors think I am some sort of freak. I am, but the neighbors don’t really know that, they haven’t read my alien romance stories.

What makes me feel as though I have some avian superpower is when the vultures come looking for snacks. One day I had nine black vultures in my backyard. The crows never appreciate their arrival as much as I do. The smaller crows always jump on the lumbering vultures backs and peck their necks, what little bullies.

So what do I feed my demanding inky quilled friends? Leftovers mostly. They also love hotdogs, cereal, and peanut butter. And yeah, I have occasionally bought a huge box of day old donuts just for them. All the crow territory in my area must be cached with carbohydrates.