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To: Gauguin who wrote (18691)3/9/1999 2:08:00 PM
From: Ish  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
<<I don't like crows. I know I'm a saint, but I don't.>>

The crows tear apart my garbage bags and make a nasty mess. I started shooting bird bombs at them and they have kind of quit for a while.

One good thing, in the winter they eat the dog crap in my yard. Saves me cleaning it up.



To: Gauguin who wrote (18691)3/9/1999 2:10:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte  Respond to of 71178
 
When there ain't a cornfield or doggie bowl to pillage, crows serve one good purpose. They are the first-response scavenger in the temperate zone. Roadkill? Crow!

Crows are highly intelligent birds, and a hand-raised one makes a marvelous pet.

Finally (and this DOES count) crows are the reason why Easterners own 220 Swift rifles. And that's a GOOD thing. <ggg>



To: Gauguin who wrote (18691)3/9/1999 8:55:00 PM
From: BlueCrab  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
>>"CROWS ARE ANNOYING ~ ON PURPOSE."<< Makes them VERY cool - they know a lot. Very intelligent; given the chance, thay will show up any other life form. When I walk Sami early in the morning (BTW that wonderful dog is entirely off-leash) I hear the crows talking to each other, not their general alarm and aggression calls. They talk sports and the market, usually.



To: Gauguin who wrote (18691)3/9/1999 10:29:00 PM
From: JF Quinnelly  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
Your pals, the crows, accosted me on my way to work this morning, I'll have you know. A gang of them hang out at the pizza parlor looking for last night's scraps, and squawk at me as I walk past. One of the bullies got about 10 feet away, looked me in the eye and started with the raucous Caw! Caw! bullshit. Six in the morning is much too early for that nonsense. I requested SHUT UP!!, and he did.