Nesting Chronicles — May 20

Mother bird sitting tucked in a nest and peering out

It’s an especially tense time on Nest Watch at the moment.

Some local crows are getting close to having fledglings leave the nest, while others, having lost the first nest, are starting all over again, searching for twigs and moss to rebuild in another location.

Overhead, the local bald eagles and hawks are hunting, pursued by groups of furious crows. These are particularly scary times for the crows with nests located in high spots!

There is so much nesting news, I’ll have to limit this update to just a few of the local crow families, with more dispatches later.

Today, I’ll tell you how things are going for Marvin and Mavis, Norman and Nancy and Sneezy and Sue. All of these crow pairs are still at their first nests of the season and tantalizingly close to having fledglings fledge!

Marvin and Mavis

Marvin and Mavis are playing their nesting cards close to their feathery chests.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away and know when to run
You never count your hatchlings when you’re sittin’ on the wee nest
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the fledgin’s done

— With apologies to Kenny Rogers

Despite visiting them at least twice a day, I still can’t tell for sure where they’ve built their nest — although I’m beginning to have my suspicions. That they DO have a nest is certain, as Mavis is mostly absent, appearing in the open only occasionally to stretch luxuriously and preen her nest-cramped feathers.

Marvin seemed to have a lot of white on his beak the other day — a sign that the eggs have hatched.  A little sidebar here on the significance of White Beak Day, as featured in the 2026 City Crow Calendar:

WHITE BEAK DAY is the first day of the nesting season when crow parents appear with white stuff on their beak. That white material is fecal matter from their hatchlings. Sounds a bit yuck, but it’s all part of Nature’s amazing design.

Once the eggs are hatched, the nest is full of tiny pooping baby birds. It’s critical to keep the nest as clean and bacteria-free as possible, and Mother Nature provides fecal sacs for this purpose. While disposable diapers are not available for birds, the hatchlings do excrete into handy sacs of mucous membrane, which the parents can carefully remove from the nest.

When the hatchlings are very young, their digestive systems are not yet fully developed, so their droppings are nutrient-rich so, with a practical “waste not want not” philosophy, the crow parents will often consume the sacs. Sometimes they burst — hence the white on the parental beaks.

It’s a happy day as it means that eggs have hatched successfully and the crow family is one step closer to a successful nesting season.
Today I saw Earl, Norman and Sue with white on their beaks!

Marvin with tell-tale white marks on his beak.

I haven’t seen Lou (their fledgling from last year who stayed with them all winter) for the past couple of weeks. It’s too early to tell if his absence is temporary or if Mom and Dad have told him it’s time to move on and be an independent young crow.

Below: Marvin in fully-fluffed fierce guard mode. Smart, yet casual.

Norman and Nancy

I’m really hoping for success for these two as they embark upon their fourth nesting season with no fledglings to show for their efforts to date.

Two crows grumpily looking down from a deck

Norman and Nancy earn top marks for an early start this year, but their site selection is somewhat risky. They chose to use the same tree they’ve used in previous years, where they lost the nest to raccoons at least twice. This time, they’ve built near the top of the tree, reducing the raccoon risk, but putting them closer to the “eagle zone.”

A bedraggled Nancy leaves the nest for a well-earned swish and shake break.

However, judging by the questionable items I’ve had to fish out of our bird bath over the past couple of weeks, and the white on their beaks, I think Nancy and Norm are currently feeding some fledglings up there. They like to pre-soak food for the babies to keep them hydrated and fed in one go.

It seems that the menu over at Norman and Nancy’s is rodent-forward. While this good for rat population control, I am a bit tired of disinfecting the bird bath after fishing out soggy rodent-remnants. I’m now trying to divert their food prep efforts from the bird bath to a simple plastic bowl of water that’s easier to clean a few times a day.

I’m keeping all my fingers and toes crossed that we’ll see some little Normans and Nancies (is that the plural of Nancy??) soon.

Norman cawing at a gull that flew too close to the nest this morning.

Sneezy and Sue

For a young couple, Sneezy and Sue are doing well on the nesting front. They seem to have stayed roughly in the territory they claimed last spring when Bongo and Bella opted to move out of the cat-inhabited territory. Luckily, the cat seems to have gone now. I think Bongo and Bella would like to reclaim that part of the block, but Sneezy and Sue are settled in now, and having none of it.

Like Norman and Nancy, Sneezy and Sue built their nest early and they chose a well camouflaged spot in a dark-leafed tree. They’ve maintained a very low profile for weeks now, with Sue emerging from the nest over the past couple of weeks, suitably adorned with the white streaks of parental success.

Young Syd, Sneezy and Sue’s fledgling from last year, is around intermittently and helping to guard the nest.

Let’s hope that the nesting luck holds for this trio of crow families for the next few crucial weeks.

In my next post, I’ll let you know how things are going for Bill and Irene and their neighbours, Earl and Echo.

 


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A Message in the Sky

It isn’t a dove, and it isn’t carrying an olive branch.

Probably too early for that, as we bob about in our socially-distanced arks on a vast sea of uncertainty, fear and loneliness, with no land yet in sight.

But it did feel, when I saw this crow flying over, trailing its lovely garland, that I was seeing some sort of message.

Perhaps: “Life is going on for us, and it will for you as well one day.”

Or maybe: “Look out and up, and there is beauty.”

Possibly: “My neighbours are going to be SO jealous when they see what I just got for the nest.”

As you may know, I’ve been photographing crows for many years now. I especially like to watch them in the spring when they’re collecting material for the nest. I love the silhouettes they make against the sky with twigs of various shapes in their beaks.

I have also watched them struggle to get just the right branch out of a tree. It’s not an easy task, as they have to first break the twig off and then wrestle it out of the tangle of branches on the tree. They often lose their prize, or just give up and look for an easier one.

This is, by far, the most impressive and lovely thing I’ve ever seen a crow manage to acquire.

Crows are known to sometimes present miscellaneous material goods to people who befriend and feed them. The crows of my acquaintance never do that, but they do give me wonderful things.

The fact that this determined crow* managed to haul this ridiculously long and beautiful garland out of an ornamental plum tree; that they happened to be poised on a roof with it just as I walked by with the dog; that they chose to fly off with it right in front of me — you must admit that these are a series of rather special gifts.

So, in a spring season like none we can remember, these pictures are gifts from the crows to you, via me. With love.

 

 

 

 

*This crow is either Mabel, or one of her family.

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Nesting Instinct

It was just like a door-crasher sale for crows, with home furnishings 50% off.

Like a gang of bargain bin foragers, they created an explosion of tugging, flapping, snapping, inspecting and discarding.  Reject twigs littered the sidewalk. In spite of the massive effort involved in finally getting a stick free, the crows would often cast a critical look at their prize and dump it. Perhaps they decided it was going to mess up the feng shui, or didn’t quite match the colour scheme — whatever — it wasn’t up to snuff so time to head back into find the “right” one. Even if a twig was worth flying off with, it would often be taken to a rooftop for some further DIY modification before being deemed nest-worthy.

These photos are of Eric and Clara. I know it’s them because of where they’re building their nest. That half block has been “theirs” for as long as I’ve been watching them — at least four years.

Eric finally flies off with a “perfect” twig.

Eric and Clara’s nest, way up in the poplars.

Because it’s been such a delayed spring here in Vancouver, crows are building their nests before the trees are leafed out enough to camouflage them. I can actually watch Eric and Clara working on the nest from my living room window at the moment. I only hope the local bald eagles and racoons aren’t also making notes!

There was a definite joie de vivre in the air last Friday. Not only were the blossoms out (three weeks late) but it was also dry and sunny for the whole day.

In between battling to acquire furniture, the crows would spend a bit of time just relaxing in their newly-pink world, and enjoying the novelty of the twin phenomena of sun and “not rain.”

 

Clara in the pink.

The blossoms were still there the next day, but the weather took a severe U-turn. There was very little twig collecting going on in the pouring rain. Trying to shake a twig loose from the soaking trees would have resulted in near drowning.  And the wind!

I think this juvenile crow’s look spoke for many of us when the rain started up again.

Nest Construction Notes

Last year, after nesting season was over, I found this fallen crow’s nest. I brought it home to photograph its architectural features — a perfect embodiment of urban and nature. The main form was constructed from sturdy twigs, grass and moss, then reinforced with human detritus — old zap straps and twine. A bit of packing fluff for a luxurious finishing touch.

 

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