tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post2241248695090892653..comments2023-11-05T03:56:08.325-08:00Comments on Murrmurrs: The Little-Buddy ProjectMurr Brewsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-33079202153960405302014-09-18T22:34:19.401-07:002014-09-18T22:34:19.401-07:00They can't be serious. I'm more worried ou...They can't be serious. I'm more worried our neighbor who hates birds is going to wreak some revenge on us.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-57071957403933992372014-09-14T19:53:17.399-07:002014-09-14T19:53:17.399-07:00One of my son's friends is a bit of a wildlife...One of my son's friends is a bit of a wildlife pet collector. They love her for some reason. A crow adopted her. The crow was very distinctive as it had one white spot. It went missing after being scared off by loud noises while she was camping many miles from home, and after several weeks returned to her home. Somehow, word of this got around, and she was visited by some gentlemen from some Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-57592445634175602692014-09-14T09:15:50.005-07:002014-09-14T09:15:50.005-07:00We watched three education birds close-up at the l...We watched three education birds close-up at the local Audubon Society headquarters--injured birds that couldn't be released. Three volunteers had a raven, a peregrine falcon, and a spotted owl on their wrists. And the raven was the most riveting. I wouldn't have believed it either.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-65223789071821240242014-09-14T09:13:13.901-07:002014-09-14T09:13:13.901-07:00Oh no! You mean I won't like them so much?Oh no! You mean I won't like them so much?Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-57159576488065800482014-09-13T23:45:49.869-07:002014-09-13T23:45:49.869-07:00I never think of birds moulting, though I know the...I never think of birds moulting, though I know they do it.<br />I have a couple of crows living in trees near me, cheeky buggers. They know when I don't have the camera with me and come down to play, strut, dance just a couple of yards in front of me. If I do have the camera, they chatter but stay where I can't easily see them. I love them anyway. Crows and Ravens. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-24083392365616533442014-09-13T22:09:29.492-07:002014-09-13T22:09:29.492-07:00Read the Black Company series. You'll feel a l...Read the Black Company series. You'll feel a little different about crows, at least for a little while.Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18207121540248325766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-77604026152317261282014-09-13T20:24:55.346-07:002014-09-13T20:24:55.346-07:00Nah, they were cut up steak bones. Haven't st...Nah, they were cut up steak bones. Haven't started that in the new house yet. Too poor for steak.<br />Bruce Mohnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00170656188990284530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-36775305451101582122014-09-13T19:26:11.371-07:002014-09-13T19:26:11.371-07:00Excellent! Now don't you wish you'd greete...Excellent! Now don't you wish you'd greeted them with "Hey, Walnut Boy?"Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-68838077961332381592014-09-13T19:25:29.303-07:002014-09-13T19:25:29.303-07:00I LOVE the ratchety noise. I haven't attempted...I LOVE the ratchety noise. I haven't attempted any of their language yet. I'm such an Amurrican.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-32894769485626337632014-09-13T19:24:33.232-07:002014-09-13T19:24:33.232-07:00I, on the other hand, am amused. Did you use the p...I, on the other hand, am amused. Did you use the pecked-over bones for personal study? Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-10250741304121947592014-09-13T18:14:03.002-07:002014-09-13T18:14:03.002-07:00Our crow learned to say "hello, crow!" w...Our crow learned to say "hello, crow!" which is how I always greeted him. It was quite plain and distinct.Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-27512156749127049852014-09-13T17:49:23.738-07:002014-09-13T17:49:23.738-07:00We have Mr. and Mrs. Corvus who drop by regularly....We have Mr. and Mrs. Corvus who drop by regularly. They are very cautious as only country crows with ample cornfields nearby can be. But after much deliberation, they drop down and stalk about until they sidle up to whatever I have put out and then lumber off into the woods like Lancaster bombers. I have tried talking crow to them. You know that ratchety noise they make when they are talking Tiffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13778085151055551720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-76115986024570164392014-09-13T17:49:17.226-07:002014-09-13T17:49:17.226-07:00Before my parents threw me out, I used to put out ...Before my parents threw me out, I used to put out the bones left over after my mom had trimmed off the raw meat (not sure why she did it, but there it is.) The crows would fly down, pick them up and drop down behind our back door neighbor's above ground pool and presumably feed on them there in privacy. One day she happened to ask me if crows were leaving huge piles of bones in our yard Bruce Mohnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00170656188990284530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-29096945050768546322014-09-13T17:30:02.928-07:002014-09-13T17:30:02.928-07:00Oh honey. It's not always about you. :)Oh honey. It's not always about you. :)Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-30972682143189084402014-09-13T17:29:37.232-07:002014-09-13T17:29:37.232-07:00Go on out there when he's about and offer some...Go on out there when he's about and offer something special. They're gourmands.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-59882150080915482102014-09-13T17:29:00.952-07:002014-09-13T17:29:00.952-07:00Believe it or not, we don't even have any bird...Believe it or not, we don't even have any birds eating our blueberries. I don't know why. Crows not a problem at all. The only thing anyone complains about is the noise. For some reason I've come to like that though.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-42041348164082042182014-09-13T17:16:53.501-07:002014-09-13T17:16:53.501-07:00I resent the birds, especially crows, who are smar...I resent the birds, especially crows, who are smart. for not recognizing that I will do them no harm. I am pissed off at wildlife in general.al ariolihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11496801402827618703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-28282660662956608362014-09-13T12:08:02.220-07:002014-09-13T12:08:02.220-07:00Crows are super, super clever. And, as jenny_o sa...Crows are super, super clever. And, as jenny_o says, good parents. We have a bearded raven family who visit some days. Papa arrives, checks out the calibre of the munchies we provide and ensures the area is safe. Then, and only then, he does a secret crow signall and the rest of the family arrives. And we applaud. Not little buddies yet but we have hopes.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-12326221439448455502014-09-13T11:03:32.423-07:002014-09-13T11:03:32.423-07:00I don't think so. Not that it wouldn't be ...I don't think so. Not that it wouldn't be a good idea to have friends in the wine biz. Why?Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-33044198357246682102014-09-13T11:01:39.543-07:002014-09-13T11:01:39.543-07:00You do have a funny accent.You do have a funny accent.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-86981597641673656592014-09-13T10:57:51.039-07:002014-09-13T10:57:51.039-07:00Oh you have no idea. Our neighbors discreetly pull...Oh you have no idea. Our neighbors discreetly pull the blinds when we come outside sometimes.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-40683030498164921442014-09-13T10:56:15.864-07:002014-09-13T10:56:15.864-07:00At least they have the good sense to molt graduall...At least they have the good sense to molt gradually. Some kinds of birds are flightless for a few weeks during wardrobe changes.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-48077780737204359432014-09-13T10:54:47.722-07:002014-09-13T10:54:47.722-07:00Smitty the Grackle! I would love to have a shoulde...Smitty the Grackle! I would love to have a shoulder grackle. Maybe a constipated oneMurr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-60717905181599458112014-09-13T10:52:42.643-07:002014-09-13T10:52:42.643-07:00Any day you don't meet a serial killer is a go...Any day you don't meet a serial killer is a good day. The crow is just a bonus.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-56694365931944948562014-09-13T09:27:07.715-07:002014-09-13T09:27:07.715-07:00Do the crows ever try to eat your garden? My fathe...Do the crows ever try to eat your garden? My father disliked crows for that reason. Since I don't have a garden, it's easy to like them, especially after seeing a documentary that showed how smart they are and how long they keep their offspring with them (over a year, if I remember correctly). Yesterday, for the first time ever, I saw two crows fighting off a third one as he tried to be jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.com