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Crows are scary They

Guys I’m really scared of crows now. (q) 

Yeah but have you seen this 

A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. 

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. 

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.

Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice. 

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad. 

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.

Best birbs !!

your son is Beautiful and Strong

every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories

Like, I wouldn’t want to be on bad terms with a crow, but they are a really smart animal, they aren’t scary You just want to be nice to them because they will know and they will remember, and they will pay you back if you treat them a certain way.

As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wing–who was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him like a little sweater. 

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I don’t think I’ll ever not reblog this. This posts makes me cry and smile at the same time.

He’s so handsome!!

I would trust a crow with my life

This is your regularly scheduled crow appreciation post

many east indians respect crows and lowkey worship them and now i know why :)

fucking superb you funky little death omens

Anyone: Hey (asks about a special interest of mine)? Me: Becomes an unskippable cutscene

guy who has “committing to the bit” on the skill section of his resume

If you want community, you have to participate in your community. And I mean physically, locally. Talk to people, talk to strangers, meet your neighbors. Shop local and support community efforts. Show up after disasters. Bring a broom or bring a casserole. Join a community group. Get into local politics.

It's going to require you to accept people whose beliefs do not align with yours. Difficult people. People whose personalities grate on you. It's going to require grace and tolerance and the ability to debate ethics and politics without ultimatums. It's going to require biting your tongue when correcting someone would hurt more than it helps. Reading the room and picking correct moments. Thinking deeply about the people in your community and, with an optimistic lack of malice, wonder what might be causing their worst behaviors and what you can do to work around them.

you ever listen to a song 47 times in a row and every time you’re like wow what a good song. I’m gonna play it again.

perhaps some will disagree, but i think the world got worse when we changed the colour of the night

this is what i mean

Via @bulbaderp

To be clear, THIS is how nights of the future should be lit

This is bat friendly street lighting, which not only looks sick as fuck but allows bats to pass through without disturbance, as they cannot see red.

orange and especially white lights deter bats and prevent them from reaching feeding grounds at nighttime. Please if you can, write to your local council and encourage red street lights!!!!

Moonrise, 2018 Jaime Ellsworth

If it generally scuttles along the floor then you got a crreature. if it's Out there eating up your prized jasmine, then that's a varmint. and if it gnashes you. then you got yourself a beastie

I set my Discord banner to random photos of deer being silly on trailcams resulting in multiple people asking about My Collection so here are some of the finest photos from my unreasonably sized gallery of goofy deer trailcam pictures I found

Did you know deer will sometimes just straight-up box/slapfight with each other which often involves standing on two legs and it looks really silly

Here's some kisses

Some weird chaotic ones. I call the first one of these four "girls night"

bonk (this is one of my most favorites)

This one's my halloween/autumn banner

Spring-loaded animal

For people who struggle to read recipes on their phone:

You still have to read through long winded stories about how someone’s grandfather getting trapped in an elevator inspired their irresistible cupcakes, but it helps

just tried it and i think i’m in love with you

Update from the WGA on negotiations

Just another day on the Yellow Submarine :)

This is also my plea to everyone to listen to We Fix Space Junk- I finished it in less than 2 days and it’s so sweet I fell in love with the characters and story so quickly x3

Loving this design for kilner!! also Samantha painting her nails while Kilner is hard at work is so in character xD