“Crow Convention”


I have always loved crows and have learned as much about them as I could. I enjoy watching them walk, soar, fly and settle. Fortunately for me there is a large winter roost in an adjacent town. That roost has about 13,000 crows in the winter, filling trees, having a great time chatting with one another. Just before dusk, groups of crows gather everywhere before flying on together to the major roost. Flying over the car as I drive, they seem to be as excited to get together with their roost mates as I am to go meet my friends.

Apparently the Hartford winter roost, a tiny bit of which is pictured above, attracts many crows from Canada and more northern New England. While it is somewhat warmer here, I am surprised that they don’t join other migratory birds heading even further south. Hartford must have a great Trip Advisor rating among crows, so this is as far as they need to travel.

I had a cranky relative who hated crows. For some reason he seemed to take their call personally and would fire his gun at them when they landed in tall firs near his house. Fortunately he was a terrible shot and never even grazed a crow. I always rooted for the crows if I happened to be visiting during his temper fit.

My only conundrum comes from my mutual love of crows and hawks. Hawks like to go after crows. Crows retaliate by grabbing a few friends and chasing the hawk. I always hope that all the birds escape this fight to fly another day.


31 thoughts on ““Crow Convention”

  1. I love birds especially as I anticipate the coming of spring. I often envy their freedom to fly away as seasons change but yet just like the crows, they too have to fight for their dear lives if they are to fly another day.


  2. I was blown away when I learned how sophisticated crow communication is. They can solve problems with up to five steps to their goals. They can pass information down at least two generations. I completely understand your fascination with them!


      1. It is ‘Milvus Milvus’ and I have just realised that they are just native to Europe and North Aftrica. They were nearly wiped out here but have now been successfully reintroduced and they are plentiful in our area. *(Though some of our poultry don’t think that it was an unmitigated boon)


  3. We have lots of crows here, and they sometimes come into our garden to take bread.
    Local farmers shoot a lot of them though, sadly.
    The name for a group of crows (collective noun) is a good one.
    ‘A Murder of Crows’. I always liked that. 🙂
    Best wishes, Pete.


  4. Bird conventions are the coolest. I have this memory of my dad and me stopping at a bridge that ran over a small river way out in the country. Dad began whooping like crazy when we got out of the car onto the bridge. I thought he was losing his mind. All of a sudden, hundreds of swallows came flying out. We went under the bridge and found nests plastered on the cement. They kept making a continuous loop flying over and under the bridge. It was the craziest thing because it was out in the middle of nowhere.


    1. We went once to watch a whole flock of swifts circle and then descend into a school chimney(fortunately no longer in use.) I love watching swallows but never got to see that many at once.


  5. Where I live, we have too many birds to contemplate about a mutual love-hate relationship. We have eagles, hawks, crows, pigeons, parrots, mynah, bulbul, tailor birds, sunbirds and several kind of water birds, all living together in peace… Or so it seems to an onlooker like me!


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