On my way out to Arizona I stopped at my normal place. Did my normal routine. Except I finally talked a murder of crows into having lunch with me.
I had to sweet talk them into it with groceries, but they finally gave in.
One thing I love about New Mexico is the crow population. They are my bird. I just love them, and this week I had some left over tortilla shells with me that I had planned on bringing home for the girls. I’m sorry to say though they are not getting the treats this time around.
They LOVED the tortilla shells! I ended up with 9 crows total. Some, like this one were very trusting. I made a deal with them before they got to eat that they were NOT to poop on Rosie. They complied.
They were absolutely starving. I almost pulled a bowl a bowl of water out for them so they had something to drink but then I thought better of it… I figured the other drivers probably thought I was crazy as it was. No need to prove them right!
There were two that filled their beaks until they couldn’t hold any more. I got a huge kick watching them, and it made sitting outside a nice treat.
This one had a bad wing and seemed to take back seat to everyone else. I was able to get within about a foot of it.
I give so much credit to the animal population. They live on so little, and we as humans live on such excess. It was nice to watch them and get a perspective.