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arm whatever.</p><p id="3e2d">Humans, though much smaller and less imposing (and on the surface less dangerous) have been known to attack and hurt and kill crows. Boys do it for fun, farmers do it sometimes to save their crop, hungry people might even kill crows for food — depending on how hungry they are.</p><p id="3a60">People, in other words — and this is probably also genetically transmitted by now, pose dangers to crows.</p><p id="2304">So, the crow who only takes two or three little crow-hops to the left to let the car past, will take to the air if a human comes within twelve feet or so. Always.</p><p id="85ed">Well, I say always. 90% always. 10% will treat you like a semi, and hop to the side and perhaps strut around a little like the tiny priests they look like, keeping beady eyes on you all the while — brave does not mean stupid.</p><p id="95db">These ten percent are probably the very smart ones, those who recognize you as you approach, knowing from personal experience that you are harmless. The very same ten percent will probably take to the air if someone who i

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ndeed, by their own observation, has harmed crows as soon as that idiot rounds a corner, even if half a mile away.</p><p id="fd09">The other day, one of these black-feathered little guys sat on railing within three feet of me as I passed, and didn’t stir a feather. Kept a vigilant eye on me though.</p><p id="fd77">This warmed my heart a little. Me passing his inspection and recognized as harmless. I said good morning Master Crow, have a great day.</p><p id="d4db">© Wolfstuff</p><div id="4aa1" class="link-block"> <a href="http://wolfstuff.com"> <div> <div> <h2>Wolfstuff</h2> <div><h3>So, who am I? Really really. I could tell you that I was born in northern Sweden during a snow storm, and subsequently…</h3></div> <div><p>wolfstuff.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*6ZTY6u_E9wWG61Tx)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Brave and Strutting

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Timid crow vs. brave A-wing vs. black eyes and priestly strutting

Some crows are chicken. Others, well they barely step aside for semis. Still braver, though, those who barely step aside for humans.

I heard somewhere that crows have the intelligence of a three-year old human. Not sure how much credence I give that, it sounds a little too much it does; but they’re smart, no question about it.

I think they know, perhaps from now genetically transmitted observation, that cars and trucks and even eighteen-wheelers, will not stop to attack a crow. If the crow stands in their very way, well, it’s goodbye crow, and that’s a given by all accounts. But if you step those two or three crow-steps to one side to let the semi pass you: while ruffling your feathers, it will do you no harm whatever.

Humans, though much smaller and less imposing (and on the surface less dangerous) have been known to attack and hurt and kill crows. Boys do it for fun, farmers do it sometimes to save their crop, hungry people might even kill crows for food — depending on how hungry they are.

People, in other words — and this is probably also genetically transmitted by now, pose dangers to crows.

So, the crow who only takes two or three little crow-hops to the left to let the car past, will take to the air if a human comes within twelve feet or so. Always.

Well, I say always. 90% always. 10% will treat you like a semi, and hop to the side and perhaps strut around a little like the tiny priests they look like, keeping beady eyes on you all the while — brave does not mean stupid.

These ten percent are probably the very smart ones, those who recognize you as you approach, knowing from personal experience that you are harmless. The very same ten percent will probably take to the air if someone who indeed, by their own observation, has harmed crows as soon as that idiot rounds a corner, even if half a mile away.

The other day, one of these black-feathered little guys sat on railing within three feet of me as I passed, and didn’t stir a feather. Kept a vigilant eye on me though.

This warmed my heart a little. Me passing his inspection and recognized as harmless. I said good morning Master Crow, have a great day.