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Edgar, the Baby Crow, Goes to the Beach

“Edgar, wake up.   The day has begun and we get to go to the beach.”  whispered my baby sister to me.  Wow, at last we get to see that sparkling sea up close.   Mom said it was low tide early and we had to hustle if we wanted to get the tastiest morsels.

And then before I knew it we were off.  We flew up out of the trees and into the big sky.  Down below was this wide open space that moved and sparkled all at once.  It took my breath away.   I had this awful fear I would fall and not have a branch to land on.  (or crash onto).   Our little family of Dad, Mom, Uncle, Lizzie and I  swooped onto a piece of rocky ground that was close to the edge of the sparkle.

Our cousins and their families were close by.   Some of them were doing the begging cry to their parents which overshadowed the splashing sound I heard from the sparkling water.   What is water I had been asking my Uncle?  He said you cannot hold it and that confused me.  Now I know what he meant.  I went close to it and it lapped my toes.  It was cold and when I poked it with my beak it was salty tasting.

Mom was cawing at us to come over and see what she found.  Lizzie was being her usual bratty self and wanted to be waited on.   Over by Mom,  I saw she had found a wiggly thing and I ran over to see.  Not sure why but I just pecked at it and then gobbled it down.   It was salty like the sparkly and tasted good.   So, that was how I fed myself for the first time.

All of a sudden everyone was flying into the trees.   We followed along best we could and my heart was pumping so fast.   Once I got landed and looked back I saw flying over where we had been was that awful “Osprey” thing.  He dove into the sparkly and came up with a piece of silver in his mouth.   Uncle was wrong you can grab the water or at least the Osprey can.   Then I watched the thing wiggle and I realized that it wasn’t water but some poor little creature he was going to eat.   Then he was gone, flying away into the trees and out of sight.  Now I understood why Mom and Dad had gone so crazy over the Ospery the other day.

For the next couple of hours we played on the beach and had a wonderful time.  It was better than I had ever dreamed.  Just one thing got on my nerves – That would be my little sister who never shut up and started to drive not only me but Mom crazy.   Watch the little movie of her and you will understand what I mean.

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Edgar (the baby crow) talks about the Osprey Incident

“The Osprey” looking for a baby crow snack.

My little sister Lizzie is such a pain in the butt.   This week she dashed my hope of going to the beach when she got out of the nest and sent everyone on a wild crazy chase.

Like me she got to the edge of the nest but unlike me she actually flung herself off.   I was a little bit more cautious and ended up falling out of the nest.  How embarrassing that she has better balance.  To save face I said that she must have learned from my misadventure.

Her little first flight was pretty dang good I have to admit.  She landed a couple branches over from the nest.  Mom and Dad were close by watching.   Surprise surprise the first thing she did was cry for a bite of food.  She is the worst beggar and it seems she never shuts up.

After a snack that was when she started the crazy chase.  She is such an irresponsible little thing, flying from branch to branch.  If we had not been tagging along she would have been lost very quickly in the maze of madrona trees.  Before I knew it we were in a place I hadn’t seen before.  It had some old dead trees that stuck out of the forest next to a trail.   Also close by was a wood structure that Uncle said the humans built to rest on.   It had some odd railing thing and a thing he said they sit on, whatever that means.

That was when we heard the most awful high pitched screech.   It made me shiver down to my little toes it was so frightening.  I must have known it was something bad because that was when I saw it.   It was really big, white and with a bandit black mask around a set of yellow eyes.  The beak was huge and it had landed on that old tree branch we were near.   My family was beside themselves because Lizzie was right there too.  All of them started cawing and cawing at the thing.   Mom was screaming at the two of us babies to get away.  She called it “The Osprey”.   Now the monster had a name and I was so scared.

We flew away not really sure where we were going but ended up next to that structure Uncle said the humans had built.  From there we watched the family dive bomb the monster and caw at it so loud.  They did it over & over being so brave and actually very intimidating.

The Osprey just sat there eyeing them with those piercing yellow eyes and took his time deciding if he wanted a crow for a snack.   Then I guess he figured it would be more trouble than it was worth to eat one of us and just flew away.

Mom & Dad herded us back towards our nest trees saying we need to find shelter from big birds like that.  The beach was out of the question until we learned to obey our parents’ orders and became stronger flyers.

I fell asleep on a branch dreaming of the beach’s lapping water and the sparkling sky I can see peeking through the branches.

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Edgar (the baby crow) tells his story

Edgar the baby crow telling his story

My name is Edgar and I was born in a madrona tree this spring.   My crow mama and papa built a pretty stick house for me and my baby sister to be raised in.   The first remembrance I have is of my mama flying into our nest while I looked up into the tree branches.   Those branches are such a pretty mahogany red color and the leaves were blowing in the breeze off the water.   She came in and filled the two of us up and then pushed us back down into the nest.   Her feathered bottom felt nice and warm to our naked baby bodies.   That breeze was cold at times in this wet spring time.

Time flew by and before I knew it we were getting crowded in the nest.  When mama and papa left us we could peek over the edge now.   What I saw was a lush green forest with blue sky and water twinkling off to the side.   I remember seeing off in the branches one of our uncles or big brothers always standing guard.  We might not have our mama there but someone was always watching out for us.

One day I was standing on the sticks edge of the nest stretching my wings and crying for mama to come feed me.   I am hungry all the time as my little body grows so fast.   Papa says I am a big strong boy and am almost as big as some of his little sisters who are now hovering around too.   Mama keeps picking at my feathers.   It tickles when she pulls on the waxy stuff that is stuck to both my sissy and me.  My sister is smaller than me still and what a cry baby.   I wish she would just stop all the noise and let me tell mama we are hungry.   I even push her around to make my point and she pecks me back.

Wow – not sure how it happened by now I am in a bush at the bottom of our home.   I cried and cried for mama and papa to come get me.  They just hung around with the rest of the family squawking at anything that came near me.   Mama brought me snacks and told me to stretch my wings.   She said flap them hard and you can come be with us in the home tree.   I cried all night because I was so afraid.  There were eyes in the bushes looking at me.   My uncle flushed out a rat with a good peck to the head so I made it through the night ok.

In the morning I had to give it a try after a little breakfast from mama.   I stretched and flapped my little wings.  Then I jumped out of the push and flapped my wings like papa showed me.   I made it into the tree but had a crash landing.   Somehow I hung onto the branch.   I was so proud of myself and cried for a treat to be brought over.   Mama obliged but whispered that I needed to learn to take care of myself to get strong.  Then she flew up to the nest, which I could see high up, to feed my cry baby sissy.  She was now alone in the nest and crying harder than ever.   What a chicken shit she is while I was the brave one.

I keep hearing about the beach but have to wait papa says.  I have to learn to fly better before they will take me down there.   Maybe next week when we talk again they will let me go & I can tell you what it is like.