The Crow

I like watching crows.  I like watching them walk around.  They always walk around like they know what they’re doing and where they are going.  They are the bird to watch.

This evening we were eating dinner outside and a crow landed not far from where we were.  He was picking at some sunflower seeds.  They were such little seeds, but he was able to get them open for the treat inside.  We watched him for a bit and then we had the idea to throw him one of our peanut butter-filled pretzels to see what he would do.

Ken threw it toward him; he strutted out and pecked at it once.  He then looked around like, “Where did that come from?”  He was probably thinking that it was raining peanut butter pretzels and he was in the right place at the right time!  We thought that was pretty funny.  Then he picked up that pretzel and took it over into some bark-covered area and buried it.  It took him a minute or two to completely cover it with bark.

Ken tossed another one and he picked it up and flew away.  One for now – one for later.  Crows are pretty smart birds.

J