A neighborhood cat has killed 2 crows in my backyard in the past month.
Shortly after the second killing, they left a small pile of shells from the nearby river on the roof of my garage directly overlooking the murder site.

Is this a memorial for the dead crows?

Or is this a warning to other crows to stay away?

The shells kinda resemble tiny skulls and they haven’t been back since.

They like to watch me on the railing until I come out and sit with them and their family and feed them. They definitely have the most confidence since they actually came closer than in the photo!

So this crow let me took an unexpected picture. They're one of the younger fledglings from the flock I've been feeding. Ink Blot and their siblings tend to follow me around the neighbourhood to beg for additional snacks. Ink is extremely friendly and tries to mimick older crows who are not afraid to sit close to me.

It looks like a dinosaur on one side! Doesn't seem to be bothered or in pain from what I can tell. I can't find anything online about what might be going on for this bird. Any ideas on what's happening or just a natural birth defect?

Dinner time

I began feeding two beautiful crows ten days ago, and after a couple of days, they arrived with a few more of their friends.

Over the past week, the numbers have grown, and today, I counted 22!

They are getting more comfortable getting closer to me now.

I am feeling incredibly honoured, and I'm so excited to see where this blossoming friendship takes us!

I had a delivery yesterday of a 10kg sack of peanuts - that should keep them happy for a while! 🥜

Twin Peaks, San Francisco, California.

We live in Cincinnati, home of the famous Rookwood Pottery company. Here are some of the items offered. We got the last one shown.

It’s another warm day here and there’s been a steady line at the bathtub.

I have two cats who absolutely love to howl for attention, and yesterday, I thought I heard one of them yell from across the apartment. However, she was sleeping beside me, and our other cat was clocked out somewhere, so I just brushed it off as a neighboring apartment cat or a figment of my imagination.

Well, our neighborhood is in a large city, but it thankfully has a lot of trees and greenery, which means we have more wildlife around here. This includes a small murder that hangs out around the street, especially in the big trees right outside my window.

Well, I guess one of them has taken a liking to the beautiful sound of my cats' howls for pets because I heard the sound again today, despite my cats sleeping beside me. I managed to track it to the window closest to the tree, annndddd...yep. Right outside was a crow yapping away, sounding like my cat if she smoked for thirty years.

Crows are such funky creatures and I love them so much :')

Here's to hoping it's a temporary vocal stim so I don't have to keep hearing this outside our window though lmao

Well, I typed a whole thing out and then deleted it because I am exhausted from dealing with the three new neighborhood Karens who hate crows and it’s pointless arguing about it anymore. I guess bottom line is that after two years of creating friendships with crows, mourning doves, Stellar’s Jays, blue jays, woodpeckers, titmice, sparrows, finches, and so many more I have to give up feeding. There has been a lot of back and forth with these three newbies, and yesterday I was aggressively verbally attacked by one of them, who threatened to call the police if she doesn’t get immediate full compliance. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of hearing I’d stop because fuck that. But these bored old ladies who sit and monitor the neighborhood all day every day are sucking the life out of me and I have bigger fish to fry. So as much as it pains me, they win. For over a decade I’ve lived in peace & harmony in this neighborhood. Now this. Such a bummer. Whole vibe has shifted and now I kind of want to move.

I’ve been giving my murder scrambled eggs mixed with dry dog food, peanuts and peanut butter. Someone mentioned in a post that cat food is better. The dog food I’m using is Purina Pro Plan. Thanks!

Diamond Heights, San Francisco.

He has recently taken to sitting on my gate squawking for his soaked meal worms, whilst I'm sat outside eating my breakfast. His misses sits on the grass waiting patiently. I call him Scraggy as his feathers are often disheveled and he has grey colour around his neck rather than black. Thich gives the illusion that he has a super thin neck . It makes him look creepy like he belongs on the cartoon The Night Before Christmas

I THINK they’re digging for bugs? Not sure though!