Have You Seen My Crow?

Summary

The author, Mark Tulin, is searching for his missing pet crow, Sidney, known for his distinctive habits and charm, and seeks the public's help to locate him.

Abstract

A crow named Sidney has gone missing from the author's backyard tree. Sidney is not just any crow; he is described as having a gregarious personality and unique preferences such as snacking on Doritos and Beef Jerky, and even occasionally enjoying a cigarette. The corvid is known for his confidence, engaging in brouhahas at local poolhalls and with jailbirds, though he can be skittish around strangers or tempting treats. His distinct characteristics include preened feathers, a slight limp, and nocturnal canoodling. The author is particularly concerned about Sidney being disoriented, potentially causing trouble with gulls or singing Sam and Dave tunes. The author, who claims to be Sidney's spouse, is waiting on the old oak tree and implores anyone who spots the crow to get in touch.

Opinions

The author fondly portrays Sidney as a lively, complex character, emphasizing his human-like habits and social life.
Sidney is anthropomorphized as having a quirky, endearing personality that clearly endeared him to the author.
There is a humorous tone in the description of Sidney's behaviors, such as his snack preferences and his late-night activities.
The author expresses a deep bond with Sidney, referring to himself as the crow's spouse, indicating a relationship beyond typical pet ownership.
The call to action for the public to be on the lookout for Sidney suggests the author believes the community could play a significant role in Sidney's safe return.

He’s missing from my tree

Photo by author, Mark Tulin

A black crow with iridescent feathers named Sidney is missing from my tree in the backyard

Sidney is a chubby soul in a corvid body who likes to stop at 24-hour convenience stores — check dumpsters for Doritos and Beef Jerky, and bum cigarettes at the door

Timid at times, but capable of a good cawing or a brouhaha with the local jailbirds at the poolhall

Sidney may fly away if approached, or lunge at you if you’re harboring chicken eggs, or have cat-food pellets in your purse

He likes to have his feathers preened, smiles when you compliment his tail, struts with a slight limp, and enjoys canoodling at midnight

If you spot my disoriented crow in a drunken stupor, fighting with the gulls, wailing out an old Sam and Dave tune — or just wandering in search of salvation, please notify me immediately

I’m his spouse, sitting atop the old oak tree, the second nest to the right.

Have You Seen My Crow?

He’s missing from my tree

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