Summer’s End

Never mind the calendar, all that equinox stuff, and the availability or otherwise of pumpkin-spiced lattes: the local crows have decided that fall started this morning.

I could tell things had changed as soon as I left the house. While the leaves are turning colour a bit, and it is noticeably chillier, the change in crow behaviour is the real sign of the seasons turning.

Crow air traffic controllers have taken the day off.

Normally boundary-sensitive crows are trespassing on each others’ turf with abandon.

Large groups of crows gather in trees, cawing madly; not the “look out, it’s an eagle/raven/raccoon” -type cawing but the riotous joie de vivre cawing of the autumn crow.

Crows compete with squirrels for newly fallen nuts.

They chase each other and tumble in the air just for fun.

I’m followed by a crowd of unruly crows, with the boldest brushing past an inch from my head and making the dog nervous.

Definitely fall!

I write about this phenomenon, the rowdy, rollicking, freedom-from-fledglings social season, almost every year. Although most of the crows are still suffering the itchiness and indignity of moulting season, it’s a joyful, somewhat lawless time of year in Crowlandia. The crows even look like pirates!

The parents are finally (mostly) free from the ceaseless demands of the fledglings; those fledglings are now teenagers and full of curiosity and daring-do; the trees are full of berries and nuts and banquet lies around every corner; crow rules of etiquette are optional.

There was a second, concrete and non-crow-related sign of a seasonal shift this morning.

As I stopped for a minute while Geordie did some intense tree sniffing, a man rode by on a bicycle. In the passenger seat was a little girl wearing a pink sequinned top and belting out “Jingle Bells” at the top of her lungs.

Clearly, crows and kids both march to their own seasonal drummers!

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8 thoughts on “Summer’s End

  1. I’ve noticed quite large “murders” flying overhead here in South Delta, always in a North easterly direction. I’m guessing that the destination is the roost in Burnaby. The crows do seem a lot more carefree lately. Caw!

  2. I am thrilled to have moved into a home directly under the endless stream of crows as they head to bed nightly. We pour a libation and sit from 630 to 730 ! It’s the perfect end to those especially trying days! CAW xo

  3. I get really annoyed when I get batted on the head by what I am convinced is an unruly “teenager”. I like them better when they are in their own neighbourhoods.

  4. Hi June!
    Just wanted to leave a little note to say hi and delightful blog!
    Have a 5 Caw day!!
    . . . . . . . . . .
    ~v~ ~v~ ~v~ ~v~ ~v~
    Sheri 🙂

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