Right, starter for ten. Who's this?
Bet you said CD! Well, it's not!
It's she-was-she-wasn't-she-is-Diva. Yes, the mystery crow (one of a pair) at the side of the park is one of the extended Driveway Posse but is also part of a pair in her own right who seem to have staked a claim to one side of the park. She's the one who flies around seemingly oblivious to all the antagonism she causes. But now her partner-in-crime occasionally flaps in to her rescue.
CD always chases her, but without attack-intent. If they double up on him, his folks barrel in to defend him.
The Fluffies muscle up and sometimes make a fuss but are fairly tolerant. Things are more raucous with the Flying Pair.
As for the Feisties - it's all feisty at the moment.
I think that crow-folk who've spent a lot of time in the country foraging or in communal roosts are starting to think that the sort-of-urban heat zone offers advantages in the winter months. So there's a lot of jostling for tree territory. While the Fluffies, the Driveways, the Brave Trio and sometimes the Playgrounds are happy enough to wander about on the ground, the Flying Two and the Feisties seem determined to hold high positions at all times. The Flying Two seem determined that all the Feisties should go away.
When things get very hairy, the crows seem to use me as a thing to fly-by... I mean, Diva will zoom in or me when being chased as though whoever is chasing her won't come as close. I do not think she is showing any aggression to me at all. She runs to me on the ground as CD does. I think they fly close in part to see what the chaser will do and in part because it's fun. It's daring and exciting.
Diva, like CD, has a notch out of a flight win, but in a different place. Her mate is very scruffy. Almost as scruffy as Scruffy of the Feisties. Maybe it IS Scruffy of the Feisties??
I wish they were all like the Fluffies and recognisable.
Anyway, I know you've been waiting.... here's CD.
A tad disappointed to be offered suet instead of cat food on this occasion.
While I was watching him peck around near me, I saw he'd pulled a worm up. He'd looked carefully at the ground, jabbed in the beak and hauled it out. Then he got a little distracted and listened to the tree-jostling before taking a few pecks at the worm. What he seemed to be doing was squeezing out juicy innards and leaving the skin. Reminds me of a nasty school rhyme.
Nobody like me
Everybody hates me
Think I'll go and eat worms.
Bite off their heads
And suck out the juice
And throw their skins away.
After a while he was bored of the worm and I lured him away with a dog treat. Here's the worm.
It seemed to have some life left in it and the end to the left was trying to get away. But the end to the right... I think CD did chop off the head and suck out the juice, you know.
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