As this last winter progressed I started noticing the crows that would hang around the marina parking lot nearly every morning. A friend suggested I pick up unsalted shelled peanuts or dog food for them. I didn't want to litter with the shells so dog food it was and to my surprise, a routine was quickly established.
Each morning on the way to the shower one or more crows would follow me, piling to piling, till I’d stop by the car and throw a handful out. I learned quickly to spread the food wide which reduced the fighting and if thrown close or under the car the seagulls would keep their distance.
One crow in particular seemed to take delight in this game, swooping very close in while I walked as if to say “hey! Let’s get moving!”. I named him Jake. By spring I had three repeat escorts, but Jake will always be the first one. This connection with nature, the intentional interaction from both sides, builds awareness and respect for the world around us. Plus, Jake brings a smile to my face when he scolds me for running late.
Each morning on the way to the shower one or more crows would follow me, piling to piling, till I’d stop by the car and throw a handful out. I learned quickly to spread the food wide which reduced the fighting and if thrown close or under the car the seagulls would keep their distance.
One crow in particular seemed to take delight in this game, swooping very close in while I walked as if to say “hey! Let’s get moving!”. I named him Jake. By spring I had three repeat escorts, but Jake will always be the first one. This connection with nature, the intentional interaction from both sides, builds awareness and respect for the world around us. Plus, Jake brings a smile to my face when he scolds me for running late.
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