Little Crow, Little Crow

Little Crow, little cow …

Crows are so protective of their babies. Maybe that is another reason why I like them. They really make a racket if you try to go near their nest, even if you are simply walking beneath it. Unaware that it is high above you in the tree top.

Once, my dad, a bit of a wise guy (being from Liverpool it is hard for him not to always have some comeback or ‘witty’ remark), was walking outside our house in Victoria when a murder of crows started yelling at him, the way that they do, and he of course told them (I am sure ever so politely) to “SHUT UP”.

Well that was it for him. After that little outburst, they dive bombed him, knocked his hat off and crowed at him whenever he emerged from the house.

Crows do not like to be mocked or told to be quiet. They demand respect. Personally, I give it to them 100%. After all, there are not many of us in this world that can say they got the better of my dad. Ha, ha.