Bill and Earl Nesting News

The nesting season started early this year, with spring about a month ahead of schedule in the Pacific Northwest. Many crow pairs already have fledglings out and about, learning all about the pleasures and pitfalls of life outside of the nest.

About half of the early nesters had something go awry with that first effort, forcing them to start over. Bill and Earl’s nests fell into this category, putting them at a bit of a disadvantage; if they do manage to raise fledglings this time, the weather will be even hotter, drier and more challenging.

BILL AND IRENE (WITH BACK-UP BETTY)

Bill and Irene got off to a flying start this year, being the first crow pair I saw with an active nest. They have the added advantage of Betty, their offspring from a couple of springs ago, who acts as back-up nest security.

Irene sat on the nest for at least two weeks, and all seemed to be going well until one day I went by and there was no sign of Bill, Irene or Betty, and the nest seemed abandoned.

Bill and Irene live several blocks from me, so I can only check in on them once or twice a day, so I didn’t see what caused the nest to fail. It was in a fairly small tree, so my guess would be a ground-based predator, perhaps a raccoon or a cat.

Mysteriously, Bill, Irene and Betty remained absent for so long that another crow pair arrived and started building a nest in their territory.

Furious Bill approaches the newcomers

News of this outrage must have reached Bill and family, because they returned from their mini-break with a vengeance.

Much chasing and shouting ensued.

Below: Irene states her opinion.

Currently, the two crow families seem to have reached an uneasy truce. Irene has vanished again, so I am assuming they have a new nest and she is sitting on the eggs again.

Betty the crow guarding her territory from a leafy branch

Betty, keeping an eye on things

Meanwhile, Bill and Betty take turns in patrolling the area and making sure their territorial lines are being respected.

This is Betty, distinguished by her one sticking-out feather on the left wing.

Betty is not only unrelenting at chasing off other crows, but, like Fearless Fred, occasionally tries to pull my dog’s tail. She is quite the small character.

Bill in full nest-guarding regalia with maximally fluffed head, chest and leg feathers. He somehow manages to look twice his normal size in this mode.

 

EARL AND ECHO

Meanwhile, half a block away, venerable local crows, Earl and Echo are nesting.  These two have been successful parents year after year and have produced quite the dynasty, including Dennis and Sneezy.

I do worry about them though, as they are getting on in years and the bent leg that Earl has hobbled about on for the entire time I’ve known him (at least five or six years now) seems to be giving him more trouble. Sometimes he misses a landing at the first attempt, and I often see him standing on his one good leg.

Echo has her own challenges, being blind in her left eye.

Like Bill and Irene, Earl and Echo got off to an early nesting start, building a nest high up in a tree in their territory.

The height of the nest, and the increase in leaf cover since I took the photo above made it hard to see what was going on up there.

As of yesterday, I can report that they’ve abandoned that first nest, for whatever reason, and now Echo is sitting on a new one in a different tree.

Earl and Echo’s new nest.

Last week, Earl was having some problems with other crows on their turf, forcing Echo to come down from the nest to help him repel the invaders.
You can see in the video below that she was in full, grumpy “don’t make me come over there” mode, assessing the situation with her one functioning eye.

Earl and Echo’s neighbours to the west are Bill and Irene. The two families seem to have the sort of sensible arrangement arrived at by mature, diplomacy-minded crows who don’t want to fight if they don’t need to. Occasionally they will get close to each other’s territory, resulting in some pro-forma cawing, but no actual battling for ground. Bill and Earl are old enough to realize that unnecessary brawling is a waste of precious energy. They could be advisors to certain humans …

 

 

 


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Nesting News

Nesting season is fully underway once again, and, as usual, things are going more smoothly for some crows than for others.

My next post will give a rundown on how individual crows are doing, but today I’m thinking about the general crow strategies for a successful nesting season.

This pivotal period requires some serious tactical thinking — decisions made at the outset of nest-building have big downstream consequences.

For example, when to build the nest?

With hotter, drier summers becoming the new normal, the impetus is to get started as soon as possible. Fledgling-rearing in drought conditions is really difficult and lowers the survival rate considerably.

An early start is, therefore, the obvious way to go — but there are downsides!

Any early-built nest is often in a deciduous tree that isn’t fully leafed out, allowing potential predators to observe and memorize the location.

This year, we’ve already had a lot of hot, dry weather in Vancouver, so I’ve been putting bowls of water out to help the crows keep themselves and their fledglings hydrated. It has just rained,  so we’re back to normal spring weather with puddles-a-plenty — for now.

Many of the early nests will fail for one reason or another, forcing some crows to hustle to get a second nest built. This will mean they’ll be forced to raise the fledglings in the hotter, drier weather, but they’ll usually take that chance.

Where to build the nest?

Even once a site is picked, there’s the question of whether to build higher or lower. Height offers relative safety from ground-based dangers like cats, raccoons and coyotes, but puts the nest in the hunting zone for eagles, hawks, owls and ravens.

So many risk/benefit scenarios and lessons learned in previous years are being processed by our local crow parents.

Each couple will take many factors, far beyond mere nest altitude,  into consideration before deciding where to build. Good nest sites are highly sought after, and territorial lines between crow families may be fought over and altered at this time of year.

Real estate in the city is a competitive commodity, for people AND crows.

Crow families generally have a half block or so of territory, which they will defend against other crows and, in winter,  they will spend most of their daylight hours there before heading to the roost at night. Once a nest is built and has eggs in it, the crow parents will forgo the nightly roost trip to guard the nest and, later, the fledglings,  24/7.

Crow couples prefer to nest in the same territory, year after year — but things in the city are always in flux, for people and for wildlife — and sometimes a change of scene is essential if something in the neighbourhood changes to make it less safe or desirable.

The most spectacular example of this was Marvin and Mavis’s forced last-minute move in 2021 when the nearby stand of trees they’d nested in for years was felled for a new development.

Last Spring, Bongo and Bella had to abandon their first nest due to the addition of a particularly ferocious outdoor cat to the local community. They moved their nest location out of their usual territory, forcing them to fight for space with crow neighbours to the south. Meanwhile, the territory they left vacant was snapped up by a more junior couple. Sometimes you have to put up with a less-than-ideal starter home when you’re just starting out, even if it comes with a terrifying tree-climbing cat.

Even after nesting season, the territorial lines have remained permanently redrawn.

Another example: this season, I  noticed a Cooper’s Hawk nesting in some big trees that are usually prime crow breeding spots. Some of the more senior crow families have always nested there. Now, suddenly, that particular area is much less sought after, and the only crow pair I see nesting nearby are a very young couple.

Nervous young dad

Crow trying to chase a hawk away from the nest

Their prospects are not great; aside from the predatory neighbours, this young pair are clearly inexperienced. The male, who looks very young and nervous, has not gotten the hang of bringing food to his mate as she sits on the nest, resulting in lots of loud (hawk-attracting) begging on her part, and frequent trips out of the nest to get her own snacks, when she should be sitting quietly and incubating the eggs. The odds seem pretty stacked against this young couple, but you never know …

The young crow pair that took over Bongo and Bella’s cat-scourged territory last year did succeed in raising fledglings. They were Sneezy and Sue, and one of the fledglings, Syd, is still with them — helping to defend their new territory.

Which brings me to perhaps the biggest factor in nest success or failure — sheer luck!

My next post will give a rundown on how my local crows are doing as individual families. We’ll see how Marvin & Mavis, Norman and Nancy, Bill and Irene and the rest are doing, and whether the nest gods are smiling or frowning on their efforts so far.

 

 


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Tech Stress and a Raven’s Nest

Photo of four raven babies in a nest on the cliffs at St Abbs, Scotland

My tech stress and the raven’s nest have nothing in common except that one is proving therapeutic in the face of the other.

I think you can guess which one is which.

The technical bit is boring, so I’ll just tell you that my file storage system is suddenly lifeless and incommunicado. Shades of the timeless Monty Python  “dead parrot” sketch.

Fortunately (sort of) I’m a veteran of 35 years of  “oh my god, how can all that priceless information have vanished in a heartbeat” moments, so I’m pretty neurotic about backing up most of my backups. Still, I’ll be much happier when I get the new hardware and see for sure that the backup drives are OK.

To talk myself down from the stress ceiling, I’ve been looking at some of my favourite moments from our spring trip to the UK, and I came across videos of this raven’s nest we were lucky enough to see in Scotland.

And there WAS a lot of luck involved.

First of all, we almost didn’t go to St. Abbs — a lovely village just over the Scottish border from our  B&B in Berwick-upon-Tweed.

We had planned to spend our last morning on the northern Northumberland coast at Lindisfarne. We’d been waiting patiently for that rare convergence of tides and byzantine bus schedules that would allow us to get to Holy Island on public transit, and Saturday was the day.

At the last minute, based on the advice of  bird watchers we met on  buses and in cafés, we changed our minds and instead hopped on a bus to St. Abbs. It was, we were told, a great place for seeing birds.

The St Abbs area stood in for New Asgard in the filming of the “Avengers: Endgame” — so we knew the scenery would be fairly spectacular.

Thor’s Hammer in the St Abbs Visitors’ Centre

And it really was.

The bus let us off in the village and from there we headed out on the walk along the cliff-side walk to the lighthouse at St. Abbs Head. We already had one eye on our watches as there was only one bus back south to Berwick-upon-Tweed to catch our train back to Newcastle.

View of cliffs and homing pigeon at St Abbs (photo)

A homing pigeon heading back to his loft in St Abbs

June and Phillip on the cliffs at St Abbs

Walking the path with the village in the background

Rocky pinnacle at St Abbs, Scotland. Raven stands at top, guarding nest below

Spot the raven on the top of this rock outcropping. I didn’t even see it as we hurried past the first time on our destination, the lighthouse at St Abbs Head.

Galloping along, we reached the lighthouse and were rewarded by the sight of many sea birds nesting on the jagged cliffs.

Lighthouse at St Abbs photo

We saw guillemots, eider ducks and kittiwakes. There may have been the odd puffin in. the crowd but, if so, we didn’t have time to pick them out.

Photo of Guillemots and Eider Ducks cliffs at St Abbs, Scotland

Guillemots and Eider Ducks.

I was thrilled to get my first close up look at rooks too! I’d watched them tending to their young in rookeries in Wales and England, but always up high in the trees. There was another rookery at the start of the St Abbs path and, further along, the adult rooks were coming down to the fields above the crags to forage. Hooray!

Photo of a rook standing in grass at St Abbs, Scotland 

There were lots of jackdaws too, making their pinball arcade game calls and wheeling about in the sky with the rooks.

Rook and jackdaw flying above in blue sky photo

I was already very happy with our trip to St Abbs Head as we  headed back at a brisk bus-catching pace.

Hikers looking like Sound of Music extras at St Abbs, Scotland

Here my telephoto lens makes Phillip pointing at birds and someone taking a selfie look like a promo shot for a Sound of Music remake

It was as we were striding purposefully back past that rocky tower when Phillip spotted it — a raven’s nest!!!

Wide shot photo of cliffs with a raven's nest and raven parent guarding it on the cliffs at St Abbs, Scotland

You can see the adult raven on the very top and, looking straight down to a pale area on the crags below — there’s the nest!

I’m pretty sure he almost regretted pointing it out, as it was then like prying a limpet off a rock to get me to move again in the direction of the bus stop.

The nest was pretty far away from the path and it was very windy, so the photo and video quality isn’t  great, but I did my best — in the face of a lot of pressure to get moving.

Photo of four raven babies in a nest on the cliffs at St Abbs, Scotland

Three babies still in the nest and one doing a bit of exploring below it

In the video below (sorry for the wind noise) you can see the one adventurous baby exploring among the sea pinks outside of the nest. One of the young ravens in the nest makes a tentative flapping motion. In this location there’s not a lot of room for error, so these raven fledglings (like other cliff-nest dwellers) , must be pretty sure of their flying skills when they make the momentous choice to take off.

 

By now, I was noticing a slight note of hysteria in Phillip’s warnings about the time, so it was time to stuff the camera back into the bag and set off at a  jog towards the bus stop.

We caught the bus and were able to tuck this little raven’s nest memory away for a mentally rainy day. I like to close my eyes and think of all four of those young ravens now soaring over the cliffs at St Abbs.

While I’ve been writing the blog, the new computer hardware has arrived, so now I just have to wait for my tech person to come over and put it all back together for me. Fingers crossed!

 

 

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