The circle of trust
One year on and the routine is still the same. Every morning, every day, I arrive at the park more or less at the same time. When I arrive, there's always one that calls all the others. LOUD. A few minutes later, a swarm of crows covers the sky. My babies are here!
Sometimes we have company, mostly dog walkers and their canine friends... today it was a crazy dog running loose, so I did not offer any treats to the crows until the dog was completely out of sight. They were really good, bless...patiently waiting on the trees.
After I put the treats down for them, I walk a meter or so away from them and if the weather is nice I sit down on the grass and enjoy observing their own little interactions within the murder. There are lower calls in sweet tones, bullies with ruffled feathers, some squabbles and chasing. I had to break a few (serious) fights before - I am ok for them to settle things within the murder but not when there's feathers flying, sorry!
I am officially a member of the murder - and I say this with some certainty: they accept me, trust me, and tolerate my presence. I am a resource to protect at all costs. When I am in the park, they will keep kites away, gulls away, magpies away... but somehow tolerate a jackdaw or two. Interesting dynamics.
After all the treats are taken away/cached, eaten or stored in their crop, they start approaching me in their own time until I am literally surrounded by them all. They either group together with some perfect social distancing or form a circle around me. Lately they have started doing both. We then play a little bit of a game I call 'catch the peanut' before I head off to my chores and daily responsibilities.
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