Sunday, December 13, 2009

Eagles v Crows

Kill 'em and Eat 'em....
A Great Aviation Story

 


A friend sent me this Eagle-Crow story, and in the process of checking it out I discovered this guy with a similar tale.  I hadn't known about the Black Crow animus for Bald Eagles before. This video is content related, but not part of the same account.
ASIDE: One summer, on Grandpa's Indiana farm, he told me that the county was offering a bounty of a dime, or quarter - I forget, for crows.  Woot-Woo!  Sure as hell beat blasting cow plop and tin cans.  I looked at the crow traffic over the corn field, and the register sang to me.  Trouble is, I think it's easier to close on a Rocky Mountain Sheep than a crow.  I  tried everything.  Even sat dead motionless amidst the corn for most of a morning without a taker.  Them's some kind of adversary. 

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Working in the yard last year, I heard a loud Skreee.... and saw two ravens and a bald eagle. One folded up and fell away from the eagle. Dropped like a stone. My first thought was that the eagle killed the raven in mid air. I went to see where it landed. The raven was in fine shape and had claimed a fish apparently dropped by the eagle. Those ravens robbed the eagle of his dinner.

Anonymous said...

If you wanna shoot crows you need a stuffed owl and/or a tape of an owl and crows fighting. Don't know why but crows hate owls. We had a record (yeah it was that long ago) that would fill the sky over a corn field with crows. Farmers paid us a nickel a crow. About enough to pay for the hand loads and a six pack when the shooting was done. But it sure was fun for a couple of high school kids.

El Capitan said...

Most summer mornings, the local flock of crows would gather in the pecan tree out back and have a hoedown. Since I was not an early riser, and this crow jubilee started just past sunup, I declared war.

Twice I was able to sneak out the back door and lean out under the carport and pot one. After that, they started leaving a lookout in the next yard over, and if I came out with a rifle, they'd scatter. I could go out and have a smoke, and they'd just keep cawing.

Damn smart birds...

Anonymous said...

Carl Cook says, "My house is a giant blind." Ewww, not too many human visitors walking through the poo, huh? mary

Anonymous said...

Two crow stories. From my days growing up in Oklahoma at the family's pecan orchard. My dad taught me that crows can't count. We used to hunt them from a blind but had to follow one rule to be successful. They always have a scout around to watch what's going on so you could have as many people as you want go into the blind but at least one person had to be seen to leave. If no one was seen leaving then the crows would stay away, one person leaves and here they come.

Crows hate owls because owls commonly raid their night time roosts for midnight snacks. Terrifies the crows in the pitch black. If you want to spook a crow just look at it the way an owl would. Same with hawks, all the predator birds do that head movement. If you've got a crow sitting nearby you can stare at him all day long without him caring but if you move your head side to side and forward and back a few inches like you've seen an owl or hawk do the crow will then quickly fly away while looking back over his shoulder. It's the owl's way of ranging and determining distance prior to an attack. Spooks the crow every time, might take a second or so but it always works.

Zeeker

Rodger the Real King of France said...

Fascination comments .. no, best ever.

Kristophr said...

I'll second the other comments.

You can approach and kill a crow in a murder of crows exactly once, and then never again. They learn damned fast.

You need a good blind and some kind of bait. The fake predator is a cool idea.

Anonymous said...

Since we are on Okie crows. I noticed very early in my killin and maiming career that a crow can tell if you have a shoot-gun from quite a ways away, they will do a very fast 90 degree turn and fly around you.

Another crow story. My Grandma was 93 and her days were soon to end, in a lovely town in the heart of the Cherokee nation. Most of the women were Indians and at one point the managing nurse came in and told the woman changing Grandma that Mrs. Smith across the hall had passed. "I thought so said the woman, there are two crows at the end of the hall". Excuse me, sez I, did I hear correctly. "Oh yes said the lady, a caucasian, the Indians believe that the crows come to take the spirits to the next world. After being here for 3 years I have to say there is something to it. One time there were three crows at the end of B wing, but we didn't have anyone near immediate death. We lost 3 that weekend, unexpectedly. We have tried to feed the crows, they won't eat our food, they come and go as they please. I've seen a crow walk up and peck on the patio door of the rec room and you've never seen walkers scatter like that."

Grandma passed away that night. The other crow was for her. That's how us Okies do it.

Plowboy

Anonymous said...

Ravens have 40 plus "words" in there language. They have a differnt word for man and man carrying objects (guns, for instance).
They are clever and tough.
Rak

Darrell said...

We have a pair of redtailed hawks at work, often see them soaring over the area looking for a meal. The local crows and magpies give them grief on a regular basis, can see a dozen crows flying around one of the hawks, hassling them constantly. the hawks will usually fly over to a power pole in the area, land and sulk.

Anonymous said...

I had a raven for a pet.They are much bigger than a crow.Smartest animal I ever had.Show them something once,that's all it takes.Mine was to friendly, and it got him killed.We lived across from a golf course. A golfer hit him with a club.Found out later it was my uncle.My uncle later in life, committed suicide after being diagnosed with Lou Gehrig's disease.I just love happy endings. OzaoB

Desert Cat said...

As a kid I learned of the incredible intelligence of crows. My next door neighbor farmer offered me two bucks per crow.

I never managed to bag a single one.

They are smart enough to distinguish between a boy carrying a shotgun and a boy carrying a similar sized stick.

Go figure.

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