Tuesday, October 18, 2011

A Flock of Rototillers

There is going to be a murder.

I thought maybe my father was rototilling his nice green lawn.
 His lawn gets him lots of compliments.  He has used chemicals for a long time but decided last year to try the organic route.  He went that way again this year and lo and behold, the lawn was still green.

Then I saw this.  I thought it was really weird that he would dig up what seems like a really nice lawn.
But it's not him.  This is the handiwork of crows.  Yes, crows.  The very same jerks that dug up a lot of my seedlings this spring.

They hung around all summer, en masse, and made so much noise.  They have this awful clicking noise that sounds like one of those African languages that no white person can mimic.

They get really bent out of shape when you charge after them and shoo them off.

They don't like it too much when beebee guns shoot at them.

Did you know that a group of crows is called a murder?

Yeah, we've been having a murder of crows pay us a visit all summer.

But it's time to turn the tables and show them what murder is all about.


  1. We sometimes get crows, or some similar, nasty large bird. They land on our roof, stomp around awhile at about 6:00 a.m. and peck away at the edible debris they seem to find stuck in the roof tiles. We once had to have a roofer come patch a small leak, and when he brought down the damaged shingles he showed us the damage the birds caused. Yuck!

  2. We have metal chimney covers and they get up on those and hop up and down! The sound reverberates through the chimneys and you think someone's banging up there. It's so annoying!! Then they get mad when you go out and clap your hands to shoo them off!!

  3. Oh no!!!! Good luck getting rid of those suckers!


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