Every day of the year - just before dusk - our little pug Tex waits impatiently by his window for their arrival. And, like clockwork, they soon fly overhead.
Crows, lots of black crows, hundreds of them, maybe thousands - a veritable murder of crows - and all playfully cawing at little Tex below, who (in his loudest Pug voice) barks back "Damn you! Damn you to hell, crows!" But the crows just laugh his protests off, and continue on their eastbound journey to their evening roost.
Come springtime however, Tex the Pug plays an entirely different role - that of "Tex, the Great Protector".
A mating pair of crows return to nest in the tree directly outside of Tex's picture window - and by June one or two little baby crows are pushed out of their home, and helplessly flap around on the grass below. Now it is Tex's duty to bark at all of the neighbourhood cats that stalk the baby birds, barking as loud as he can "Damn you! Damn you to hell, cats!"
Tex's loud barking is also his signal for Mika and Tom to drop whatever they are doing and run outside to shoo away the cats - risking severe head injury from the dive-bombing Mom and Dad crows.
And soon, it is dusk again. Tex the Pug looks up into the twilight sky, and the Drama of the Black Crows begins anew. Damn!
1 comment:
You had my mom and me laughing out loud.
My mom's crow story goes something like this. Driving up the street she is suddenly forced to stop. On the road is a baby crow. What to do? Along comes a small boy and asks what should he do? My mom suggests he get the bird off the road but to be quick about it because the parents will probably be around and sure enough... dive bomb. But the boy is fearless, picks up the bird and puts him on the side of the road. My mom complimented him and then drove on. One more crow still in the world.
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