It’s just after dawn on a fine August morning and “Harby” the crow has just flown in from places unknown. He’s perched in a pine tree by the house announcing to the world that he is awake and ready for action. And therefore, everyone else should be as well. He is our flying alarm clock and arrives most mornings about a half hour after sunrise. He continues to call until like magic a human appears on the porch with his breakfast. Usually, an assortment of moistened cat chow, steak and hard-boiled egg yolk. He is also content to share in whatever you may be having for your own meal. He’s not fussy.
I completely adore and respect crows! Good show in helping them, and thank you for your work!