Actually, the old dog learnt this all on his own. Helped by his super long nose.
I'd have thought the crow would be on to it by now. They are meant to know when someone is watching and deceive them. But maybe that only works with other crows.
It's a bit of a shame for the bird.
I didn't actually see the crows today as I left for work in the dark and got home in the dark. I saw a crow flying across the motorway and felt desperately sad not to see my crows.
They were a little offish yesterday. I couldn't work out why no one spoke to me or landed on the grass as I walked disconsolately around.
Then I realised that there were two red kites circling above us. As soon as they had gone, bingo!
The Flying Two went to where I had thrown down food; the Brave Three appeared and the Driveways were watching and waiting.
I had managed to feed the Fluffies and Playgrounds in the morning - when it was very cold and frosty. Mr F is still limping. I keep imagining it seems a little less bad.
I'm listening again to Carl Safina's excellent Becoming Wild. It's even better the second time. I'll have to give Beyond Words another go as well.
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