October 12, 2008

 

RIVER WATCHER

 

THE COMING OF THE CROW CROWD

 

Rex Burress

 

During the noon hour at Pleasant Valley High School in Chico, I noticed flocks of crows evidently anticipating lunch time. Every curved parking-lot light fixture was filled, each light holding about eight crows, a vantage point they used as a lookout for half-eaten sandwiches and the plentiful student food scraps.

 

Crows flock together in the fall and pilfer whatever food source they can find. Yuba City, CA has previously been the "crow capital" of the region, much to the disgust of orchard owners, crop growers, and garbage dump operators. It takes a lot of fuel to keep that army of birds on the wing, and about anything fruity or meaty is consumed by Corvus brachyrhynchos.

 

Crows may be the most recognizable and widespread of America’s nearly 700 species of birds. Unlike the scavenging gull family where each species looks different, a crow is plain black, like its larger black kin, the raven. There is no mistaking that "caaw, caaw, caaw" voice as being crow, however.

 

For a good closeup acquaintance with a crow, take a look at the amicable, wing-injured caged character at the Chico Creek Nature Center. You can even scratch its head if you want to take a chance of being nipped by a sharp strong beak! There were confined crows and ravens at the Rotary Nature Center in Oakland that would say "all right" and "hello baby," as they are mimic birds and can copy sounds they hear repeatedly. In rural areas, it has been a belief that by splitting the tongue they can talk, but that is more likely to kill the bird.

 

For those who knew crows in mid America, such as the winter flock in "Floyd’s Timber" near our rural Missouri farm in the 1940's, autumn, cornfields, ripe apples, hunting, frosty mornings, and crows added a distinctive flavor to the changing seasons. You could hear the woodlands ringing with their raucous behavior, especially if they spotted an owl in its daytime hiding place. There were no qualms in shooting a few crows to disrupt their gatherings or corn-field pilfering.

 

Crows walk around fields with a human-like stride as if they are displaying their proud and bossy demeanor rather than hopping like robins and sparrows. I once rescued a wing-crippled crow as a boy, and kept it in my fur-shed, tossing it pieces of meat I would flesh off the muskrat, coon, and skunk skins. "Croaker" did no damage to the furs, and it finally recovered to be set free, since I had attached a certain fondness for the clever creature. Crows are intelligent birds, and adaptable, witness their adjustment to living near towns and farms, one of the few species to actually benefit from wildland displacement.

 

The thick-billed raven, Corvus corax, is much more solitaire, generally found alone or with a small group, less inclined to mingle among mankind but would rather retreat to mountainous areas or even the desert. There they glean enough game and fruit to live an independent life.

 

Know that autumn is in the air when the frost is on the pumpkin and crows are in the field...in spite of scare-crow dummies stationed to scare the crop-eating bird in black!

 

"Quote the raven; ‘Nevermore.’" –Edgar Allen Poe

 

"A whitewashed crow soon shows black again." –Chinese proverb