All Season Crows

A month into 2024, and the crows, like the rest of us, have already experienced several seasons.

Vancouver has had “mild and wet” followed by “bloody freezing” and “snowpocalypse” leading, inevitably to “slushmageddon” with, “record-breakingly warm and wet” to round out the month.

We’re all suffering from weather whiplash!

2024 began with pretty standard Wet Coast weather — good conditions for “crows in puddles” photography.

Marvin, Mavis and Lucky (right) debate puddle ownership with Norman and Nancy (January 8)

By mid-month temperatures had plunged to around -13C at night (colder with the wind chill factor) and it was “tuck your feet up into the pantaloons” time for the crows …

… and “wake up at the crack of dawn to check the hummingbird feeder” for me.

After several frigid days the cold snap eased — and the snow started.

It kept on snowing until our neighbourhood was an unrecognizable winter wonderland. The human inhabitants shovelled … and shovelled … and shovelled some more.

Sometimes there was just too much shovelling …

People got around on skis and toboggans and schools were closed for two days in a row. If you didn’t HAVE to get somewhere, it was magical.

“Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow” — Christina Rossetti

One of my favourite moments was seeing a little girl in a pink snowsuit passionately declaring while throwing herself face-first into the snow, “This is the BEST day of my life!”

Of course, she probably didn’t have to do any shovelling!

My biggest regret: not getting a picture of the night-time unicyclist pedalling through the snow with a plastic toboggan tucked under one arm.

More standard snow commuting options — dig out the car or risk a bike ride.

The crows, unequipped with shovels or sleds, just had to forge their own way through the drifts.

Especially for last year’s fledglings, it must have been confusing to find their normal perches inaccessible. Roofs, railings and branches were suddenly at capacity with snow, making Hydro wires the most reliable landing option.

At least one crow did some of his or her own “digging” to make more room.

A little bit of snow crow semaphore …

Send …………………………………………peanuts ………………………………………… please!

Of course, this being Vancouver, the magic was fleeting and there were more days of slush than there had been of snow.

Slightly confused gull

Lucky in slush

Sparky doing his best in the slush

Vancouver rain acts like a fire hose, and we were soon back to our seasonally normal colour palette of black, white and grey.

Bongo in his damp monochrome world

On the plus side, it’s now back to excellent puddle photography weather!

It’s so mild that it feels … sneakily … unreliably … a bit like spring.

The hellebores are in full bloom!

I haven’t had a chance pick some, place them in a bowl photograph them yet, but I will as soon as it stops raining.

In the meantime, here’s a tiny (literally) sneak peak at a little hellebore- happiness-raven inspired thing I’ve been working on …

 

 

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New Things About Ravens

Every time I see ravens they tell me at least one more new and amazing thing about themselves.

On our most recent trip up to the local mountain, I learned TWO new new things!

1. How To Attract A Raven’s Attention

This was my most dramatic discovery.

(For those days when my amateur raven calling doesn’t do the trick.)

I can’t really recommend this method, as I’m still recovering from it several days later.

It involves slipping on the ice, becoming momentarily airborne and landing in a heap, belongings haphazardly strewn around you.

I was in the air long enough to make the photographer’s eternal plea to the universe, “Please don’t let the camera break!”

Having landed (ouch) and ascertained that the camera was still in my hands and in one piece, the next thing I noticed was a raven standing over me.

I’d like to think that the raven was concerned but, more likely, was on the look out for snack opportunities.

I’m not sure I looked sufficiently injured to be potential carrion — but my scattered belonging probably looked somewhat promising.

Anyway, what better way to test the mechanics of the camera than to snap a few photos from my prone position?

We were still in the parking lot when I fell, and Phillip was at the far side, looking at the cloudy sunrise. By the time he noticed I was down, I was snapping pictures, so he thought I might just be after some new dramatic angle. He is used to some odd behaviour.

Meanwhile: what’s better than a raven? Two ravens, obviously.

The first raven’s mate flew in to help monitor the situation.

They must have quickly assessed the boring nature of the dropped items — mitts, woollen hat, the spikes that I SHOULD have been wearing on my feet — and, no longer interested in the dull human drama, started having a little domestic chat.

So, next thing you know, I’m filming crows from my new “downward photographer” pose.

And we weren’t even out of the parking lot yet! Luckily I was relatively unscathed and we went on to have a lovely walk, with snow (at last!) and a bit of sun, lots of clouds, and more ravens.

Here’s an abridged version of the day …

We saw wind-and-snow-sculpted trees, Steller’s jays, and lots more ravens — so (apart from the ice fall) — a perfect day.

2. A Raven Can Sound Like A Pinball Wizard

This was the second new thing I learned on this particular trip. It happened right at the end of the day as snow had started to fall and we were loading Geordie back in car to head home.

I think this was one of the ravens from the morning and he or she came to see us off. We were right on the road, so there’s a bit of traffic noise, but you can still hear this strange call; a new one for me — a combination of beak snapping and video arcade-type sounds.

A pinball wizard in a blizzard!

 

Every encounter with a raven or ravens is a voyage of discovery!

 

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Ravens in the City

Seeing a raven right in my very own urban back alleyway is always a thrill, and we had a couple of such visits over the holidays.

It’s also a great chance to observe crows and ravens together.

Crows rarely, if ever, venture into the mountain territory of the ravens — but ravens are pretty regular visitors to, and even inhabitants of, the crows’ home turf in the city.

I’m usually alerted to the presence of a raven in the ‘hood by the frenzied response of the local crows. Ravens are on the long and varied crow  “naughty list.”

Any creature that will harm to crows, crow fledglings or crows’ nests earns a spot in this well-maintained catalogue and will, generally, be dive-bombed on sight.

Eagles, hawks, owls, free-roaming cats, raccoons, coyotes, certain people and even their own relatives, the ravens, are on the crow “List of Infamy.”

Below is a typical scene with crows coming together to enthusiastically mob a visiting raven.

But crows are mysterious beings. Just when you think you’ve got them figured out, they chuck another behavioural curve ball.

The most recent raven visits were protested by crows — but minimally.

Norman and Nancy were understandably upset because this raven was, not only in their territory but, on the first visit, also taking the liberty of using their last year’s nest  as a dining platform.

You can hear Norman and Nancy in the background, making their feelings known.

Marvin, Mavis and Lucky — their nearest crow neighbours — watched the raven visit without any visible interest and certainly no moves to assist with the mobbing behaviour.

I wondered if they were engaging in a spot of crow schadenfreude, since Norman and Nancy have taken over part of their territory, including that tree,  in the last few months.

 

It wasn’t just Marvin and Mavis ignoring the situation.  Not one crow from the wider area came to assist with the raven-removal project, which I thought was quite odd. So it was just two irate crows vs one relatively unconcerned raven going about his/her business.

On the next visit, the raven chose this rather precarious top branch of a nearby tree. Again, Norman and Nancy protested alone.

 

 

This time, it occurred to me that the raven’s mate was probably around somewhere too, so I scanned as much of the neighbourhood as I could from the top floor of our house. The cross on top of the local church is a favoured perch for ravens and eagles, being the highest object on the highest ground, so I looked there first and …

The distance between the church raven and the treetop raven is, according to Google Maps, just under half a kilometre. That seems quite a distance, but only a couple of wing flaps for a raven. There were no crows bothering the church raven either.

In their own time both ravens took off and disappeared together into the distance.

Norman and Nancy did do some performative pursuing of the raven who’d been in “their” tree which, if nothing else, offered a good opportunity for crow/raven size comparison and flying symmetry.

I’m not sure why the crows have been so relaxed about the ravens lately. I HAVE seen big crow protest committees flying off together but it seems that their number one concern at the moment is the bald eagles’ nest — which I can also see in the distance from the top of our house.

I always hope that at least one pair of ravens might manage to fit themselves into the ecology of our neighbourhood, so I’m secretly hoping that the crows might give them a break long enough to get established.

Norman and Nancy, I think it’s safe to say, do not share my dreams.

P.S. See what happened almost a year ago when an eagle, a bunch of crows and a raven came together  for a few dramatic moments … Crow Vs Eagle Vs Raven

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