I thought, "Why, he's waiting for me to get done and throw my leftovers out for him!"
I searched around in the back seat of my car, thinking there might be a leftover piece of dog treat somewhere in there. All I found was a stray corn chip. Where's a stray french fry when you need one; I know they're there when I don't want them! Anyway, I put down my window and the crow skipped back several paces. I tossed out the corn chip and he was all over it, happy as could be.
Pretty soon, several more crows joined the first. He resumed his pacing, pausing, and looking up at me again, after he ate the corn chip.
"Hmmm, I must have something else in here I can feed them," I thought. It was raining, still, but not too hard. I knew I had an old box of melba toast or something like that in the back back. But, I'd have to get out, in thr rain, and go around to the back of my "rig" (as Bryan calls it), to get it. I did.
I brought the whole box with me, and got back inside. The crow resumed pacing. There were several, waiting and watching.
I crumbled up a handful, put the window down, and the crows skittered away from it. I threw the crumbs out, and the crows were all over it! More were flying in, seemingly from nowhere.
How did they know food was there? Did they hear it? or see it? or smell it? They were coming from far across the street. There was no way they could have seen, there were trees and buildings in the way.
Now, there were more than a dozen, just waiting, fussing among themselves. I threw out a couple more handfuls, and was done. They weren't even beginning to show signs of slowing down, plus more crows came every time I threw out more food. I still have some, but I'm saving it for another time. :)
