These little niggas right here. Fuck are they smart. I love observing them because of their intelligence. When I'm driving and I see them scavenging in the road, it's entertaining to watch as they casually hop across the double yellow or across the white line to sit on the shoulder of the road and wait for me to drive by so they continue doing what they were doing. The fact they adapted to understand how traffic works in remarkable, can we show some appreciation to the motherFUCKING CROW?
You see roadkill mammals all the time, squirrels especially with are considerably smart little creatures, never once have a seen a roadkill magpie. Not a single time.
Magpie in graveyard I know it's not but it's what you get
>tfw no hyper intelligent crow gf
>>4892059>tfw no hyper autistic human bf
say nevermore
>blocks your path
Yesterday I had a runin with a crow on a field I noticed the crow wasn't afraid of me getting close and just kept digging the dirt for foodI decided to help the crow out forage. At one point it even ate a wurm from of my hand I was hanging out with it for almost an hour before it decided to leave Now I plan of carrying bird food around in my pockets in hopes of identifying the crow again so I can befriend it
Look at them go
*pomf*
>>4894505If I ever get a pet blackbird of any kind, i would claim it's a raven and name it Quoth.
I learned recently there are two species of crows here that look the same but sound different. Now I like to listen out when I see crows.>>4894778Clever
>>4891895shoutout to these friends too. intelligence of an elementary school child plus the ability to fly. We're lucky they aren't bigger and don't have hands
>>4895003>CleverThanks but credit where credit is due, Quoth the Raven is a character in the Discworld books, the ride of Death of Rats just as Binky, the perfectly ordinary horse who can create his own ground-level (thereby giving the appearance of flight) and travel through time and across dimensions (leaving glowing hoofprints as he does) is the ride for Death Himself. https://wiki.lspace.org/Quothhttps://discworld.fandom.com/wiki/QuothEveryone's favorite character in these books is either Death or Susan (Death's granddaughter) but I tend to prefer Moist von Lipwig. He's fun. Fun fact: after they couldn't get the rights to make a movie based on one of the Discworld books (Mort, specifically), Disney made Moana instead. I can't imagine how much they would've absolutely buggered the whole thing had they managed to get the rights.
it honestly is incredible how many animals are too stupid to figure out The Road. One night I was driving to a job site and moved to miss an armadillo, I know I didn't hit it. An hour later when I was driving back to the job site the sumbitch was creamed right in the same spot I moved out of the way.
>>4891895>>4895007I like crows and magpies, I know people consider them pests but I like watching them do shit, they're very intelligent. There are a lot of them in my town and they hang out in big groups.
Magpies and crows come to my window a lot but I don't think they can get much out of the feeder (it's for sparrows mostly). Any ideas what I could do, bigger feeder or place some whole peanuts out there?
>>4894714Today I had success again I identified the crow, it was on the same field I tried dig in the dirt for it a bunch but it left after 20 minutes, probably because i didn't find enough food
>>4896881Give them the crow-specific feeders where they have to solve a puzzle to get something
>>4891895There's a reason these guys sweeped the floor with the competition.
>>4896916That's fucking sick.Smart of you to not just give it random food, but to help it forage.
I had to put a crow or raven down a couple months ago and I'll always feel bad about it.Not sure what happened to it but I found it in my yard unable to move everything but it's head. It was so aware it's crazy, the crow couldn't speak to me but it's eyes were saying a lot, it knew what was happening.When I killed it the reaction was so human idk if I'll ever forget that day. It's clear to me that crows are much smarter than even most children
>>4895323The only annoying thing is that they tear up garbage cans. I live on a campus and first thought people were too retarded to throw their trash away, but now I've seen enough thimes that it's these fuckers. They're also smart enough to noch just jump in, but also open some mechanism at the bottom to open the whole thing and spill garbage everywhere.
Last summer I was cycling in city and noticed a crow or raven on the road standing next to a dead blackbird, occasionally pecking at it. 2 other blackbirds where jumping around about 1 meter away, making a lot of angry noises. But the crow/raven didn't mind them and just chilled with his food. I imagined gigachad and basedjacks.
There are many crows in my village nowadays. I went to a big city with some friends and I noticed a lot of crows there too. Why are crows everywhere nowadays ? I probably saw 20 crows my entire life until this year but nowadays, in France, they are everywher, replacing pigeons.i'm not complaining I'm just scared that things are changing for reasons that I do not understand.Crows are cute althought I'm more of a magpie guy. I've been feeding them for 3 years and that fills the void, they're really beautiful when you pay attention. Post more pictures anons, I'll try to get on tomorrow (I feed them).
>>4902302>Why are crows everywhere nowadays ?government surveillance, birds aren't real
>>4899430>it knew what was happening.what's the best explanation for these types of experiences because I never get it desu, wtf you niggas talking about
I love crows, but the only corvids I can get to hang out on the property are magpies that are convinced I'm out to get them.
>>4892059https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RB3ruxchwaY
>>4895003>>4894778>>4895306Quoth, The Raven.*
>>4899430corvids in particular are far more intelligent than we used to think. at LEAST human 2-6 year old. that sucks for you. I'm getting second hand feeling-shitty just thinking about it.
>>4902714now I don't get it
>>4902721the line in edgar rice burroughs novel is "Quoth the raven." terry prattchett was a genius at making puns out of grammar, or emphasis.so... "Quoth, The Raven."for another example, take“Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels.Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.Elves are terrific. They beget terror.The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning.No one ever said elves are nice.Elves are bad.”
>>4902723So the novel is about a raven named Quoth?
>>4902724poem. and I buggered the name. been years since I read itThe RavenBy Edgar Allan PoeOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”— Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke onlyThat one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.” Then the bird said “Nevermore.” Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of ‘Never—nevermore’.” But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressingTo the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censerSwung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sittingOn the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
>>4897819Damn, only if they created a continuation of this tournament. Sad that this is the only one.
>>4902732>been years since I read it Same, thanks for the dump, it's a cool read.
>>4891895is trying to befriend and feed crows and magpies a good idea? There are alot around where I live and I love watching them and their shenanigans, but I bet there are laws against that and stuff and maybe you don't want to meddle with the ecosystem. But they also constantly rip open trash cans which is also annoying, so it's not like they don't have enough food already, and I bet it would be fun to try to interact with them because they are so smart
crowbros
>>4905888Based trips.>>4904712Plenty of people do just that. But do check local laws because some places ban feeding birds due to crows getting aggressive with other crows fighting for food.
