Success At Last!

June 25, 2026June 24, 2026 / The Urban Nature Enthusiast / 2 Comments

Having watched Norm and Nancy work so hard at the nesting game, spring after spring, with not a single fledgling to show for it, I’ve been thrilled to see them now parenting two little ones.

Now, admittedly, they may be wondering what the heck they signed up for—a common phenomenon among first-time parents.

Mum, mum, mum …!

I have been on the look out for fledglings in Norman and Nancy’s territory for weeks. Finally, in early June, I caught sight of one!

Given that Norman and Nancy live right beside our house AND that I had been fledgling-seeking for so long , it’s pretty remarkable how under-wraps they managed to keep this one.

And, as it turns out, there were two of them! Both baby crows had grey eyes by the time I spotted them, rather than the blue of a brand new fledgling. This means that Norman and Nancy managed to keep them very well hidden and safe for at least a couple of weeks before they made any kind of public debut.

Norman with the two babies

I had been looking forward to writing this happy post, but yesterday things took a turn.
I got a message from our neighbours to say that a crow had flown into their window and was unconscious. By the time I rushed over, the neighbour had approached the baby with a view to rescue, but the fledgling woke up and flew off.

I spent the rest of yesterday and all of today trying to see if little window-crasher had survived or not. It’s been difficult, as it’s so hot the crows are keeping the babies quiet and hidden up in the cooler tree canopies.

Early this morning my heart sank when I saw Norman, Nancy and a single fledgling up on the Hydro pole at the end of the lane. (Note that, at 7am, it’s already warm enough for the crows to have their beaks open to cool down.)

I kept wandering back to the same area for half an hour or so because I was almost sure I heard another fledgling in a nearby tree. I’ve been back a few times now and can say, with relative confidence, that there are still two fledglings. I haven’t managed to get a photo of them both together, but I have seen two at once and both seem relatively (given the heat) chipper.

Hopefully Crasher has learned a valuable lesson that he or she will carry into the future.

Stay safe, little ones!

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Bill and Earl Nesting News

June 17, 2026June 17, 2026 / The Urban Nature Enthusiast / 2 Comments

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 …

Nesting Chronicles — May 20

May 21, 2026May 20, 2026 / The Urban Nature Enthusiast / 3 Comments

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.

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.