Crow Stalker has been in a Baby Crow drought or famine. Kind of left me sad and wondering about my crow mojo. What is a birder to do?
But today, I got more than my fill of baby crows. My walk around Arbor Heights started by going towards the pond that was owned by King County Water Land Resources Division.They have punched a new road through to the pond from 106th and I was curious about what they were doing.
As I started out, not more than two blocks from home I found my first baby crow. He was on the power lines crying and the main picture of this blog is him. See how his mouth has a pink/red poofy look? That is a sure sign of a baby crow, pink mouth. An adult crow has a black mouth, so it is a true give away.
Then in the gully that I cut around the edge of, I heard another baby crying. It is pretty common that I will never see the baby. Even after watching and standing in different places I never saw the little guy. I did get a picture of his home though for you to see how hard it can be to pick them out.
I got down to the pond construction site to find it scraped out. Gone is the Red Winged Blackbird and cat tails that gave it a rural look. Not sure what it will look like after they are done but not the same for a long time. This also explains why we had a Red Winged Blackbird visit our feeder. I was very surprised since we are not near a marsh. They were displaced and seeking a new home.
Here are two pictures from Christmas 2013.
However, at the edge I found these two little guys. See the pink mouth.
Madrona trees near Puget Sound are great nurseries. I have written several articles about the baby crows in my madrona forest. On this walk behind some houses (far from the water) was a baby crying. He was in a madrona tree waiting for mom or dad to return.
As I wandered through the neighborhood towards Fauntleroy Park I came to this little blue house that was for sale.On the roof was a baby and parent doing the feeding thing. When I approached to take a photo, mom sent baby into the tree. I could hear him up there every once in a while but the real show was mom giving me the what for. They are a protective parent and that is why you hear people talk about crow attacks. They are like mama bears with wings.
Last is this baby. He looks just like an adult to the untrained eye. I knew he was a baby by his voice and his clumsy ways.
One other thing I encountered today but didn’t get a picture was a baby in a large fir tree.This tree is in the yard of a distinguished bird researcher. He passed away several years ago but his legacy is several banded crows in the neighborhood and of course his top notched research. This little guy was talking to himself. He clucked, chattered and in general was practicing his vocal cords. Not a bit of the cry baby mama mama sound. Mom came along but I could never catch a glimpse of him. But I was delighted by his chatter. A big thank you to Toni who came out and talked to me a little about the crows and her family. Crow lovers do exist everywhere.