Who can forget this classic clip from Jurassic Park?
Velociraptors in the kitchen
For the purpose of this post, you only need to watch the first 20 seconds or so. Notice how the first velociraptor uses four distinct calls to signal his friends?
I wake up to this call every morning now, and I hate it.
Across our street (and over the hill from our home) lives a family of crows. Each year, there is a new brood, and each year they cause trouble.
The first year, if we didn't have the lid on our garbage can locked and loaded, the crows would strew all contents of our garbage bags on the road on garbage day.
Two years ago, it didn't take them long to discover our pond--fresh water available 24/7.
Last year, they successfully managed to rid our newly plowed field of corn seeds.
This summer? They have taken a liking to dog food.
That's right--the scavenger bird that is only supposed to eat roadside dead animals likes processed, hard, dog food.
Some nights (mostly when I have a clean kitchen floor that I would like to keep that way), we feed the dogs outside. We didn't think it was a problem to just leave any uneaten food out there overnight so that the dogs could finish it off in the morning.
First, it was the skunk who took up residence under our deck, because he recognized the ease of access to food, especially in the dead of winter.
Now? It's the crows. As soon as the sun comes up over the mountains, they are headed our way.
It begins with just one of them. It stands next to the bowl with the most food, and he lets out four distinct calls to his friends.
"Caw, Caw, Caw, CAW!!!!"
Not five seconds later, four or five more swoop in and the feeding frenzy begins. I have no doubt that the creators of the movie Jurassic Park modeled the behavior of their raptors on the crows that live on Stoney Point Drive!
Because I don't feed the dogs every night, I don't think about the bowls being outside. However, at 6:05 a.m., I hear them, and you better believe I FLY out of bed, throw on something that covers the fact that I'm not wearing much of anything, run downstairs and out the door to scare them away.
If I don't do this, this network calling continues for at least 30 minutes.
While I don't feel the fear of the kids in Jurassic Park, I refuse to help the increasing crow population in our neighborhood. I hate those darn crows almost as much as I hate the deer.
Velociraptors in the kitchen
For the purpose of this post, you only need to watch the first 20 seconds or so. Notice how the first velociraptor uses four distinct calls to signal his friends?
I wake up to this call every morning now, and I hate it.
Across our street (and over the hill from our home) lives a family of crows. Each year, there is a new brood, and each year they cause trouble.
The first year, if we didn't have the lid on our garbage can locked and loaded, the crows would strew all contents of our garbage bags on the road on garbage day.
Two years ago, it didn't take them long to discover our pond--fresh water available 24/7.
Last year, they successfully managed to rid our newly plowed field of corn seeds.
This summer? They have taken a liking to dog food.
That's right--the scavenger bird that is only supposed to eat roadside dead animals likes processed, hard, dog food.
Some nights (mostly when I have a clean kitchen floor that I would like to keep that way), we feed the dogs outside. We didn't think it was a problem to just leave any uneaten food out there overnight so that the dogs could finish it off in the morning.
First, it was the skunk who took up residence under our deck, because he recognized the ease of access to food, especially in the dead of winter.
Now? It's the crows. As soon as the sun comes up over the mountains, they are headed our way.
It begins with just one of them. It stands next to the bowl with the most food, and he lets out four distinct calls to his friends.
"Caw, Caw, Caw, CAW!!!!"
Not five seconds later, four or five more swoop in and the feeding frenzy begins. I have no doubt that the creators of the movie Jurassic Park modeled the behavior of their raptors on the crows that live on Stoney Point Drive!
Because I don't feed the dogs every night, I don't think about the bowls being outside. However, at 6:05 a.m., I hear them, and you better believe I FLY out of bed, throw on something that covers the fact that I'm not wearing much of anything, run downstairs and out the door to scare them away.
If I don't do this, this network calling continues for at least 30 minutes.
While I don't feel the fear of the kids in Jurassic Park, I refuse to help the increasing crow population in our neighborhood. I hate those darn crows almost as much as I hate the deer.
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