Crow Watch
By Tobey Hiller
For some time—years, actually—I’ve been feeding a pair of crows on my backyard fence. Well, not the same pair. This seems to be a generational thing, with new crow companions replacing the old.
American Crow by Lonnie P.
My reading has suggested to me that crow “culture” involves teaching the young ones about good places to feed as well as friendly and unfriendly neighborhood humans. Like us, they pass things along. So I figure I’ve got some kind of name in the local Crow nation archives. I’ve watched lots of corvid dramas and developed distinct relationships with these black and—to my mind, beautiful know-it-alls of the avian tribe. I know that many people—birders included so far as I can tell—consider crows noisome pests. But once you start watching corvids, it’s hard not to become fascinated. And, luckily, I don’t have a whole conclave settling in the oaks beyond the fence and carrying on in their gravel-tongued cacophony (pun intended) from 4:00 am. on (which has happened to my neighbor down the way). Just a twosome always, apparently protecting their territory. And these avian neighbors don’t seem to discourage the songbirds that visit our feeders just a few feet away (the crows can’t get into the feeders and have quit trying).
Over the years, I’ve read a lot about corvid and avian intelligence. I’m particularly fascinated by the animals that inhabit marginal common territories with us, come into our gardens, observe and adapt to our ways. Animals claiming territories, like us. And then there are the discoveries and pleasures of the playfulness, inventiveness and humor that crows and other animals exhibit. Their ways and means. I’ve watched a lot of videos of crows and ravens sliding down windshields in snow, ambushing dogs and ducks from behind, tweaking their tails, etc. We’re all animals together, and watching crows is instructive in thinking about our own species.
Crow by Eric Anderson
They’ve certainly got my number now, these crows. I have a large water dish I refresh daily for them, and I put out food, currently bread crusts with peanut butter, sometimes nuts, cut-up figs, a few blueberries. They fly in about breakfast time and hang around, bright eyes on my figure behind the sliding glass door. Ok, what about breakfast, then? Can’t you see I’m waiting? Supposedly omnivorous, these familiars are rather picky, and make their preferences known.…

Black-headed Grosbeaks by Scott.

California Quail and Poppies by Molly

One of the “Buy-it-now” selections Marjorie made. Rigel Stuhmiller’s notecards.
Dona Reed’s piece.

Amy Tan’s collected works for bid. Photo by Ilana DeBare.
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Our art auction poster, featuring various artists and some of auction piece.