5 Reasons To Like Crows (American Crow)

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My Dad used to feed crows for years in Co. Cork, Ireland. When he passed away, hundreds of crows surrounded our house on the telephone wires, side by side with no spaces remaining. It was both beautiful and sad. I am sure they came to say goodbye.

Every morning, I open the gates at my work. Same time, 6 days a week, for years. I always have coffee and a sandwich. Bagel, muffin, whatever. One day, I saw a crow sitting on top of my truck. Watching me. I said good morning. He kind of murmured something back. So, I peeled off a piece of my sandwich and threw it to him. Now, every day as I unlock the gates and get ready to start the truck for the day, hes there. But he'll softly caw at me. So, I say good morning and throw him a piece of whatever food I have. This has gone on every day, for probably 4 years. Hes my friend. I look forward to seeing him in the mornings and cant remember a day he wasnt there waiting on me to say good morning.

While living in southern India where crows are numberless, I found a crow in my water tank. Even though I did not like crows at the time I climbed in and rescued it. As soon as I lifted it out of the water it seemed like the whole sky was black with crows coming to witness the rescue of their friend. It seemed like they had a telepathic connection.

My neighborhood crow buddy saved Luna's life (my cat). Early mornings I let Luna out, but one day Mr. Crow was throwing a loud caw caw fit. Looked out the window and saw a coyote sitting right outside the door. I check every day now before I let her out. Crow love is real.

My Uncle Charlie taught me a lot about crows. I'll never forget what he said about them: 'If people were birds, very few of us would be smart enough to be crows."

While solo fishing the Situk River in Yakutat, Alaska on August 7th 2014, I had caught my limit of Coho Salmon. With time to burn, I grabbed my Mahogany Taylor GS Mini travel guitar and began playing under the shade of a tree by the river’s edge. I first noticed just one crow perched above, observing the magic musical guitar, hanging on every chord and note! This crow came closer and seemed to be inspecting my guitar. I began singing songs to this crow and within minutes there were two dozen practically perched on my shoulders. They were mesmerized by the sounds, including string squeaks and harmonics. I played several songs for them and their numbers grew. Finally, when I had to go, I packed my guitar in the case and thanked them all for listening! They followed me to my truck, squawking as it to beg me not to take this wonderful new discovery (to them) away! They flocked with me down the road about a mile before peeling off to return to their day on the river. They absolutely loved the guitar and the music. My best audience in 45-years of playing!

Crows have the best "Ground game" when it comes to their walking. I love it

I have recently become fond of crows. We recently started raising chickens and have found that they help keep the birds of prey away from our yard.

As a kid, I met a raven in the forest. It started with a nut falling from a tree. As kids do, I checked it out, opened it and threw it away. And then that huge black bird came swooping down, eating the nut I had just opened. I picked up more nuts and opened them for the raven. And eventually, it started bringing the nuts to me. Once it had enough, we sat there for a bit, it started grooming itself. Guess it felt pretty comfortable around me. It lost two or three smaller feathers and I picked them up. In the end, it lost a big wing feather and put it into my hand. I still have it today. That was definitely a very memorable experience.

Crows have personality plus. And they enjoy pranking people. We had a crow who would sit in the tree next to our house and mew like a kitten; when anyone looked up, he would "caw-caw-caw" with laughter. I loved that.

I don’t understand how anybody can dislike crows, they’re such beautiful intelligent creatures, and we should all befriend our fellow co-inhabitants❤

Everything you said is true, I've been feeding a family of crows for 20 years now and have learned a lot from them. I've even had them bring their new family in the spring to my property to introduce their young. They do recognize our cars, the time we get up, and what pets belong in the yard and the ones that do not.

I like crows, and I never understood the human dislike for them.

I have always been fascinated by crows since being lost in the woods when I was a kid. A crow led me to a camper who then brought me back to my parents. I was scared and started to cry (6 yrs old) when this crow flew down and hopped over to me and cawed lightly. When I walked towards it , it flew off a ways. Then it would fly back down and lightly caw. Not loud but softly. It did this till I saw the other campers, about an hour.

Thanks for this video! Crows and ravens need good public relations like this. Most people aren’t aware of what wonderful beings they are.

I was visiting my mom once, and we heard this loud panicked squawking out back in the woods. We looked out the window and it was a whole flock of Crows surrounding and attacking a hawk that had one of their own in his talon. The hawk would not let it go and kept trying to fly off but they pursued. Unfortunately I do not know the outcome as they flew out of sight in chase of the hawk but ever since this happened I reconsidered the intelligence and feelings of crows. The whole thing was upsetting, I hope he let it go.

I had a crow many years ago. I called him “Squwky”. He was brought to me before he was fully grown, he had fallen from a tree. I had a cat and Squwky would bounce over to his food and eat it like it was a gourmet meal. He ate other scraps too. He grew and adopted us as family and guarded us and our property like a pit bull. The mailman hated him as squawky would always dive bomb him. Our next door neighbour didn’t like him either as he would steal her cloths pins and hide them in his stash. Anything shiny or interesting he put in his stash. He loved to pull my hair pins out and fly away with them to his stash. He flew behind our kids to school and perched in the windows to find out which classroom they were in. The school loved him and the kids were the envy of the neighborhood. They loved him flying behind them on their bikes or perching on their shoulders. Something else funny he did was when I would be petting the cat and paying attention to him, Squawky would start to limp around and flop on the grass with his wings spread like he had been wounded, he would lay there making pitiful sounds until I gave him the attention instead. He was so fun and such a character.

The group in front of my house, stopped shitting on my cars after I started to feed them.... hilarious respect begets respect

I had some crows 'trained' in the subdivision where I used to live. I would whistle three times whenever I put food (old cat food, table scraps) out in the back yard. When they got used to the routine, I would hear them answer from distant parts of the subdivision, and directly, I would see them in the back yard. They were skittish if I was outside, but not fearful. On occasions when I was working in the yard and one of them saw me, they would call to either get my attention or notify their friends that I was around and food was not far behind...! I now live in a more remote area, and I'm trying to establish a rapport with the birds I have seen around here. It's a work in progress...