He didn’t seem to mind my coming near. On my return, I found a terrier roaming the yard, and since I did not want to be witness and cause of a terrible scene, kept Poe safe on the other side of the house until our neighbor called the dog home.
Once set on the brush pile again, Poe yawned (so funny to see a bird do that!) and stretched, preened and called for food, for nearly half an hour. Before, when in my lap, he had consistently held his head back and his beak wide open, asking for food; once taking my necklace in his beak and attempting to swallow it! After I watched for a while and continued to take notes here and there, Poe stretched one last long wing-stretch and hopped down from the brush pile. Calling a few times, he waddled off through the brush and wasn’t seen until Father’s Day, when I had to take several trips up and down the road. Once he was teetering on the fence, another time he was on the ground, and once I even saw him being fed by an adult. He was seen again and again, hanging around the same spot, and recently showed off his clumsy flying abilities. I must add that watching a juvenile crow and a juvenile Pileated Woodpecker fly is an amusing sight. =D
I was expecting Poe to be a short story; soon getting his adult-crow appearance and no longer frequenting his favorite spots, but this was not the case. On the contrary, he has become quite a nuisance!
They say that crows are very intelligent, and I can well believe it after watching them. Poe’s idea of fun seems to be waddling up to my grandparents’ basement window; calling, pecking, and tearing the weather stripping completely out of the frame. I had assumed it was just “some crow” being a pest until I was called to “get MY crow away from the window”. I drove our small lawn tractor up and saw a crow at the window, yelling until its beak should have fallen off completely, and parked my ride in the driveway. When I walked around the end of the house, the rest of the crows that had gathered underneath the bird feeders flew off, apparently very upset that I had dared disturb them. But the crow at the window stayed – and stayed – until I was right on top of it when it looked up and me and flew into a nearby tree. There was a bench right under the tree in which it had landed, so I sat down to watch it – and notice that it was still fairly young, and didn’t seem to mind my presence very much unless I got too close. Judging by the fact that the rest of the crows (even the other young ones) flew farther off, I assumed that this was Poe yet again. Oddly enough, my grandparents haven’t complained about the crow at the window again since. 😉