In praise of crows
Written by John Macpherson
I like the cleverness of corvids.
Smart birds.
I watched this crow lift whelk shells on the seashore and drop them to smash them open, revealing the tasty morsel inside.
Clever.
I watched (and filmed) two crows trick an otter out of a crab one day. One crow landed behind the otter. The other crow landed in front. When the second crow was on the ground the first crow quietly moved forwards and pecked the otter’s tail. The otter turned round, distracted, and the crow in front nipped in and grabbed the otter’s crab and flew off.
Very very clever.
A man I met who photographs lots of birds told me crows can count very well. “If you want to photograph a buzzard” he said, “you need to put two people in the hide, buzzards can only count to one. So one person stays in the hide and the other comes out. The buzzard then thinks the hide is empty.”
“But crows. Aha. You need eight people!” he said. “Because crows can count up to seven.”
Thats very very very very very very very clever.
That’s mostly why I like crows.
But I like crows because they’ve managed to perfect a much more difficult trick.
Their bodies are darker than their shadows. How do they do that?
Thats too clever for me.
Shadowbirds.
