The Caw Culprit

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The other day I wrote about the crows driving me crazy with their constant cawing. They woke me up at 5am and at 7pm they were still going strong. I had a strong suspicion that something more than just exercising the vocal chords was going on, so I went out to find the culprit of the constant cawcawfony – and I found the above little critter.

It’s a baby crow that wasn’t having much success learning to fly. Apparently it spent the whole day on the ground. I’m pretty surprised that he survived, because this is a pretty cat heavy neighborhood. But with all the cawing, I can see how a cat would rather run to the other side of the street and eat easy cat food from a bowl.

Anyway, I got some video of the little guy walk-hopping down the street and you can personally experience the insane cawing of mamma crow going bonkers. If you listen closely enough you can probably hear how raspy her cawing gets towards the end. If you want to replicate my past few days, just play the video on repeat for at least 12 hours.

Fortunately for my writing schedule, they’ve calmed down a bit today.

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10 Replies to “The Caw Culprit”

  1. A couple years ago my dog went berzerk about 6:00 am in our large backyard. A big ol raven was hopping around our yard. The dog is an English Pointer, bird crazy!!! He eventually got it in his mouth and ran around the yard with it until I could rescue the bird. The other ravens were going nuts. I scooped up the dog-slobber covered bird and tossed him into our front yard, he/she then hopped down the street.

  2. I too have felt the wrath of the caw the past few weeks. It’s not every morning mind you. But every few days a group of crows perch high on the telephone wires above my rental. And caw caw caw, until something nearby catches their attention and they fly away. It’s always about 6:30 or so in the morning. Waking me up an hour before my alarm. I’m tempted to get a hand pellet gun, but then my concious gets the better of me with the thought of half crippled crows limping around my neighborhood.

  3. It’s weird – on your end of the street, you get crows. On my end of the street, you get SUPER HAPPY MOCKINGBIRDS WHO WON’T STOP TWEETING FOR ANYTHING (even in the middle of the night). It *does* get to you at some point.

  4. It’s only a matter of time before the baby raven (theres no crows west of the Mississippi)gets eaten by a cat or a dog. You could actualy go outside and throw a towell over her and bring her inside. She eats water-soaked dry dog food. Or you could take her to a bird rescue. I’m taking care of a baby myself and I’ll be taking her to a bird sancutary in San Dimas as soon as she can eat on her own.

  5. In a way, it’s our own fault. Crows (and sparrows and mockingbirds) only thrive to excess where humans live and have drastically altered the environment (that is, put in lawns). If we want more bird diversity in our yards and towns here in SoCal, we need to get with the native plant agenda (see California Native Plant Society). If you go to Griffith Park or anywhere else in the Santa Monica Mtns, the first thing you might notice is that there are no crows there… (ravens, however, you’ll see aplenty).

    Crows are actually songbirds, and have a wide range of vocalizations, if one takes the time to listen and observe. They are also extremely intelligent. Some species have been observed making and using tools. So be nice. They might be the next species in charge of things around here.

  6. With best regards and apologies, the information about no crows west of the Mississippi is not correct. Ravens do abound in many LA neighborhoods, as visitors, but not to the extent the American Crow does as resident.

    Quote:
    Geographic Range

    American crows (Corvus brachyrynchos) are native to the Nearctic region all over North America. They can be found in the lower part of Canada and through the continental United States.

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