{"id":233,"date":"2013-06-13T18:23:01","date_gmt":"2013-06-13T08:23:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/annerouen.com\/blogspot\/?p=233"},"modified":"2013-06-13T19:42:57","modified_gmt":"2013-06-13T09:42:57","slug":"the-enigma-of-crows","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/annerouen.com\/blogspot\/the-enigma-of-crows\/","title":{"rendered":"The Enigma of Crows"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Anne<\/a>

Tiffy. Saved by Crows? Who’d have thought it.
Image courtesy of dan \/ FreeDigitalPhotos.net<\/p><\/div>\n

I hate crows, loathe them with a Passion, having all my life had to deal with the consequences of their handiwork \u2014<\/span> or perhaps I should say \u2014<\/span> beakwork. It inflames me when they sit around in trees at their annual crow conclave, swapping yarns and boasting of their devilish exploits. I used to think there were two sorts of crows: wicked ones with creepy white eyes and more benign, smaller red-eyed ones, rather sweet, really. But no, the red-eyed ones are the young. They haven’t yet learned all the fiendish tools of their trade.<\/p>\n

Could there be a more devious or evil bird than a crow? I don’t think so.<\/p>\n

In fact, you could tell me any story you like about the diabolical cunning of crows and I would believe it. There is only one delicacy a crow cannot resist \u2014<\/span> a living, breathing sheep’s eye \u2014<\/span> and it will do anything to get one.<\/p>\n

I have seen four of them in line along the back of a sheep, claws hooked into the wool, all flapping madly while leaning to the same side to bring it down; and an enterprising pair on the head of another, pecking at its eyes as it ran blindly, blood running down its face \u2014<\/span> fortunately into the door of my stopped car.<\/p>\n

But that’s crows for you: Team work.<\/p>\n

Crows: It is here that I have to remind myself that they are just birds. Not evil, not supernatural: just birds! But I digress: That speck in the paddock was not my dog who had gone missing yet again, but, you guessed it, a large, black bird.<\/p>\n

Contemplating the crow pecking in the table drain and its mate perched on the fence beside it, I was surprised and relieved to see my dog come round the bend in the road, towards me. Generally, seeing me sets her going faster\u00a0\u2014 the other way. \u201cYou’re coming too? Great, let’s go!\u201d<\/p>\n

My relief turned to horror as I saw why. Planing in on top of her at about two feet, and closing rapidly, was a huge, wedge-tailed eagle, wingspan as wide as the vehicle track, completely dwarfing this little bobbing mouse.<\/p>\n

I was flabbergasted. They never<\/i> come down out of the hills. I started running towards it, arms waving, yelling like one demented. But the great eagle ignored me. Intent on its prey, it lowered, stretching its talons for the death-grip.<\/p>\n

My poor little dog. She looked so tiny there, overshadowed by that enormous wingspan, bobbing along like a fuzzy little metronome; the crow still pecking, oblivious, on the ground beside her. I was too far away to save her from a horrible death; and that damned Rhett Butler of a crow just didn’t seem to notice.<\/p>\n

In a matter of seconds it was all over. The eagle dropped onto her, its wings shrouding her from my sight.<\/p>\n

But even in the instant that I despaired for her life, at the exact millisecond the eagle struck;\u00a0 with all the precision of a jet fighter unit, the crows went into action. The one on the ground leapt for the eagle’s right eye, its mate on the fence honed in on the
\nleft; and another I had not seen dropped out of the sky to attack from the rear. Perfect timing.<\/p>\n

But that’s crows for you: Finesse.<\/p>\n

The eagle flinched, drew back, began to wheel away; and miraculously, out from under the battle zone, still bobbing with the same unchanging rhythm she’d maintained all along, came my dog. I scooped up her trembling form and, still in shock, watched the crows bombing the fearsome intruder, harrying it back to its proper dominions.<\/p>\n

But that’s crows for you. As my Nana would have said: ‘More Front than the Queen Mary.’<\/p>\n

Perhaps you may have guessed that I have spent a lot of time thinking about crows, but never would I have believed that I would one day be grateful to them.<\/p>\n

But that’s life for you. Just full of little ironies …<\/p>\n

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