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Wind!

The wind suddenly stopped and the crows appeared and if I read them right, I have about 1 hour before it starts again. I better get out to walk because there is no walking in the wind here. Not even sideways. More later, about my friending the crows many years ago, after years of heated conflict.
 
The wind suddenly stopped and the crows appeared and if I read them right, I have about 1 hour before it starts again. I better get out to walk because there is no walking in the wind here. Not even sideways. More later, about my friending the crows many years ago, after years of heated conflict.
I can't wait to hear that and also how the crows predict wind.
 
I can't wait to hear that and also how the crows predict wind.
I would like to say it is wisdom from mountain top meditating with the eagle and white bison spirits, but that would be false. It was a simple deduction from my observation over the years. The crows and ravens never appear after a wind quits, unless it is stopping for at least an hour. Fair weather birds it seems.

Realizing I had at least an hour without high winds, I left the crows to peck in my yard and I embarked on my rural walk and it was very pleasant. Only a couple of mama Red Winged Black birds made threats against me, so I walked further from the trees and closer to the irrigation ditch.

The Murder She Broke (More correctly broke her)
I once warred with the crows until I found out they had a 5-year memory and passed along grudges to their offspring. I once sprayed them with high pressure water and called them derogatory names. It took 7 years but after a lot of sweet talks and allowing the crows to hang in my yard by the dozens, they no longer incessantly caw at me with a sinister tone and no more purple poop on my back patio during mulberry season. As a bonus gift, for my exemplarily behavior, they drove off the noisy magpies and jays.

Just like a President Trump negotiation, the war stopped, and it was a win for both parties involved.
 
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On the coast it has been sunny days, sometimes with a cold wind, then there will be a few days of light rain.
It seems cooler than it should be, but it doesn't seem to matter to much with grass, when its time to grow it
grows.

To keep getting rain is really appreciated, because the sun and wind just keep drying things out to quickly.
 
I would like to say it is wisdom from my American Indian grandmother, but that would be false. It was a simple deduction from my observation over the years. The crows and ravens never appear after a wind quits, unless it is stopping for at least an hour. The baby crows come first, then the older ones when a light breeze starts, and then the ravens as the wind picks up, but they fly off before it gets too strong.

The breeze picked up and the big crows ascended, but flew when the rain started. No ravens today. My walk was very pleasant, with only a couple of mama Red Winged Black birds making threats against me, so I walked further from the trees and closer to the irrigation ditch.

The Murder She Broke (More correctly broke her)
I once warred with the crows until I found out they had a 5-year memory and passed along grudges to their offspring. I once sprayed them with high pressure water and called them derogatory names. It took 7 years but after a lot of sweet talks and allowing the crows to hang in my yard by the dozens, they no longer caw at me or clog my water fountain by bringing in a lot of discarded food they get from behind restaurants, a mile away. Also, no more purple poop on my back patio during mulberry season. As a bonus gift, for my exemplarily behavior and sweet honey dripping personality, they drove off the noisy magpies and jays.

Just like a President Trump negotiation, the war stopped, and it was a win for both parties involved.
I find the crows a major source of frustration. They crap in the water tubs, drop things like fish hooks (3 large hooks
connected to some sort of bobber) in the pasture, leave pieces of dead fish in water tubs and destroy the apples.
 
Magpies can be tough to beat. You very seldom get a chance for a second shot at a magpie so the first shot has to count. We used to trap them on a cage with some success.
 
They were flying into the dog kennel to steal dog food. I got a few shooting at them. Then I noticed they would land on top of the posts. I set old muskrat traps on top of the posts. That got a lot of them.
 
I don't see many crows on my place. A few ravens who keep their distance. But war has been declared on Magpies and I am slowly winning.
We like magpies. Gackles and crows, not so much.
We almost lost all the magpies due to the cattle pour-ons, so we are glad we are seeing some are back.
They are interesting birds. I think some of these were born on this place so this is 'home' to them.
We help them out with table scraps. Mr FH can make friends with anything and these magpies are
his friends. He got a hummingbird on his finger once. He went to the house to get the camera, came back,
the hummingbird again landed on his finger and he took a picture of it. So he has the proof.

He made friends with a blue grouse that he named "Rojo, the fighting chicken" in SW Mt. That's quite a story for another day. I will say that Mr. FH used a motorcycle to irrigate with and Rojo would fly right alongside him.
 
They were flying into the dog kennel to steal dog food. I got a few shooting at them. Then I noticed they would land on top of the posts. I set old muskrat traps on top of the posts. That got a lot of them.
The old trap on top of a fence post trick. 🤣 Some people I knew tried that, when they checked the traps the were horrified
at what they caught. I don't remember for sure what their target was, but they caught some none target birds one of
which was an owl. No more traps were put on fence posts.
 

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