Crows Are Nesting in our Backyard

Crows Are Nesting in our Backyard

Crows are Nesting in Our Backyard (May 6)

Crows are nesting in our backyard! Three paces from the deck. You can’t see them and they like it that way. They are comfortable with Charles and with me. Clearly, we live in their extended family territory. We are longtime neighbours. But they were not too happy when our adult son Eli showed up. They stood on branches here and there. Yelling, they tried to confuse him. So he wouldn’t figure out the nest site.

Their spot, says Charles, is “perfect.” It’s “in a tall, bent over cedar. Well-hidden in a thicket. With a clear flight path in and out.”

Parent Crows are Working Hard (May 7-10)

Mom is on the eggs. She rarely leaves, unless cousins call “emergency!” Then she flies off to help defend another crow’s nest.

Dad returns home after foraging. He approaches the nest. He says, “Here’s your food!” with some deep trills. Mom says, “Thank you” with some throaty gurgles. They hang out for a bit. Then he flies up to the house roof to survey the area. If it looks safe and quiet, he heads off for some more food.

Baby Crows (May 11)

We think we see three babies. Here’s a stock photo of baby crows. But it’s the best we can do. Our iPhones can’t see into the nest.

Crows Under Attack (May 12)

We come home and hear a big group of crows screaming. We rush to the backyard. There is a giant RAVEN! Standing right in the yard. Clearly hoping to eat some baby crows for dinner.

What should I do? It takes less than a second, but I think it through. First, I remember Professor Wolff, refugee and mentor. Forty years ago, he scolded me for not running off a hunting cat. Paralyzed bystanders like you make genocide possible. That’s what he meant. Then, I assess the situation. I am 65 inches tall. The raven is 24 inches tall. I can do this! 

So I chase the raven out of the yard. It takes cover in the bushes. Immediately six crows dive-bomb it. But it doesn’t back down. Battle rages in the thicket!  All we can hear is caw caw caw croaaa caw caw croaa caw caw croaa caw! 

Night falls, and the battle winds down. But we worry about our babies!

At dawn, there’s more commotion. Still, Mom’s in the nest. Dad and extended family are patrolling. All seems peaceful. But only two babies are left.

What Do Crows Symbolize? (May 18)

“What’s new this week?” My psycho-therapist asks. “Did I tell you about the crows?” She shakes her head, so I update her. She’s a Jungian therapist, interested in dreams, symbols, and myths. So, she asks, “What do crows symbolize for you?”

Symbolize? They are themselves. “Um?” I say. “Well, um, crows are in the Bible. A crow scouts for Noah on the ark. Ravens feed Elijah the prophet.”  She likes that. Or so I think. “But what do crows mean to YOU?” she asks. Oh. “They remind me that consciousness is greater than we know.”

Baby Crows: Who Will Live and Who Will Die? (May 22-24)

On Tuesday morning Baby #2 hops down from the nest. But by nightfall, it is dead. During the night someone eats it. Next morning, it is just a pile of feathers on the deck. Baby feathers, not fully preened. Two fierce cousins guard the remains. These crows do not know me. They will not let me step out the back door.

On Thursday morning Baby #3 hops down. On Friday morning, it is still very much alive. It hides in the tall grass. Baby walks a bit, grooms a bit. Curious, I approach. Parent Crows are hidden in nearby trees. They let me get about a metre (3 feet) away. Then, with gentle caws, they warn me: That’s close enough! 

The nest is now empty. A new phase begins.

Baby Crows are Smart and So are Adult Cats (May 26-28)

Baby Crow pops up from the tall grass to play and preen. But at the slightest unfamiliar sound or a quiet word from Parents, it takes cover. Later, it toddles off to relax under a patch of leafy ground cover.

Koi-Cat is out this morning too. Sniffing around the yard, to learn who had visited in the night. But he gets a bit too close to hidden Baby Crow! Parent Crow flies down to issue a stern warning — shrieking at about 75% intensity.

Koi-cat looks, thinks, and takes cover under a wooden sawhorse. There he stays until Crow’s shrieking subsides. Then, under Parent Crow’s calm but watchful gaze, Koi walks slowly out of the yard.

Later, I overhear some lessons in crow etiquette. Deep in the hedge, Parent shows Baby how to call for its cousins. If you need help, parent teaches, just say“CAW!” So, Baby says, “caw.” No, says Parent, like this,“CAW!” And Baby replies, “caw!”

Next morning, Charles puts a peanut on the sawhorse. “Friends!” he calls, “Peanut!” This is now a daily routine. Parent Crow shows up. But an oblivious Koi-cat is too close. Crow shouts, “Get out of my way!” Koi-cat steps politely inside the back door. Crow takes its peanut. Then Koi steps back out.

Crows and Humans On Patrol (May 30)

Apparently I am now a trusted member of the crow patrol. Here I sit relaxing on the deck. Parent Crow lands nearby, on a tall pole and yells. “Do something, Laura!”  But what? So I look and I listen. Finally, I hear something deep in the bushes. The familiar trill of Nemesis-cat. Nemesis isn’t his real name, of course. But Charles literally broke bones tripping over him one summer. So, we call him Nemesis.“Do something, Laura!” says Parent Crow. So I roar. And I roar again. Parent Crow calms down. Nemesis-cat rustles off, as quietly as he can. Charles gives Parent Crow a peanut.

Crows Bring Their Baby to Meet Us (June 5)

We haven’t seen our crow friends for a few days. We worry. But right on cue, just as we worry, crows show up. Here’s Daddy Crow, landing on the post to ask for a peanut. He calls out. And one second later, Mommy Crow tries to land on the same spot. She bumps him off. But he doesn’t scold; he just waits nearby. Something’s up. They’re excited. Perched on the fence, watching, is a SMALLER VERSION OF THEMSELVES!

They’ve brought their baby to meet us. “These people are your friends. Your allies against predators. Stop by anytime. They’ll give you a peanut.”


Photo credits: Charles Kaplan; Melanie Piazza,; Laura Duhan-Kaplan. Video credit: Charles Kaplan.

  1. Interesting, as always. The worse enemy of crows (and baby crows) are the Bald Eagle, as they feed on crow’s eggs.

    When I read about animal attacking other animal, I turn to my favorite chapter in the Hebrew Bible: “The wolf and the lamb shall feed together, and the lion shall eat straw like the ox; and dust shall be the serpent’s food. They shall not hurt nor destroy in all My holy mountain, saith the LORD”. Isaiah 65:25

    Would it be the sign of a better world to come?

    1. Thanks, Michele! We’ve seen them come together to chase away an eagle, but that doesn’t happen often in our neighbourhood – we’re too far from the water.

      Love your reference to Isaiah! Yes, peace between species would be a sign!

  2. Hi Laura,

    I read your crow story with interest. .

    Here in Richmond we have lots of resident eagles that share their territory with crows. Watching them duke it out is an education.

    The back of my house faces a park. It is not unusual to see eagles circling over the field looking for rats to eat. Eagles are scavengers, so rats, birds, bird eggs and fish are all fair game. It doesn’t take long for our local crows to spot them. I’ve watched as they mercilessly surround and harass an eagle until it gave up and leaves. I’ve also seen them seek out eagles in full flight, nowhere near a nest, surround and harass it. The eagle just ignores them and keeps flying. Since eagles can finish off a crow with one swipe of its talons, I’ve often wondered where the line is crossed.

    Richmond is surrounded by a dyke. We often walk the part that faces the Strait of Georgia, where there is a dead tree that I call the eagle tree. Eagles come there with their catch, perch on a top branch where they leisurely tear it apart. The crows immediately perch on the lower branches waiting for leftovers to fall to the ground. This is the only time I’ve seen them leave the eagles alone. I guess that this is the line they do not cross.

    One day, when walking the dyke we met a woman being followed by a trailing line of crows. She was dropping food as she walked and the crows were gobbling it up. She said she came the same time everyday and now the crows were waiting for her.

    Smart birds, and fun to watch.

    Sandra Cohen

    1. Thanks, Sandra! I read your stories with great interest! We’ve seen crows harass eagles in our neigbourhood, but rarely – we’re too far from water for the eagles to hang out.

      Eli once saw an eagle pluck a dead seagull, until it was edible for him. As soon as he was done, a swarm of crows harassed the eagle until it gave up its dinner to them.

      I love your description of the very pragmatic character of the crows. – Laura

  3. In shamanic beliefs the crow is credited as being able to see between the physical world and the spiritual world. They exist on two plains at the same time, living symaltainiously on the red road and the blue road. They have a strong sense of family and community. They can teach us much if we have the eyes to see and the ears to listen.
    It would seem that you were seeing and hearing very clearly to your extended family. Blessed be.

    1. Gary, thank you so much for expanding our experience and account of the crows!

  4. Enjoyed your crow stories. I would like to share one with you. This is from last year.
    We live on West 14th Ave and there are usually one or two crow couples who nest in the tall chestnut trees in front. They are around a lot and of course when they have their babies they bomb dive people when they walk under the trees. I keep a big round clay birdbath sitting on a ledge in our enclosed backyard for all the birds and the crows would often come and drink from it. One late afternoon in May I arrived home from an overnight stay in Victoria and when I came into the backyard there was a skinned dead rat lying in the birdbath. I could see it was a rat by the tail. I was horrified but got on the rubber gloves, tipped out the water, dumped the rat in the green bin, scrubbed out the birdbath, refilled it with fresh water, went into the house and poured myself a big glass of wine! I was very confused about why, was someone playing a dirty trick on me?
    Next morning I went to the plant store and bought a bunch of flowering plants. A friend helped me as I had a large amount. When we returned and came in the back there was a skinned dead bird, smaller than a crow, yellow bill, not sure what kind of bird, dead in the birdbath! I was so upset. We came further into the yard and I looked up and on the roof of our workshop was a crow, sitting there very silently. I said “let’s get inside and see what happens”. As soon as I had closed the door the crow swooped down, picked up the bird, flew back up to the roof and soared off, dead bird in hand. I immediately googled this and first thing that came was “Crows may be using your birdbath as a food prep table“! Seems crows have to moisten the food they take back to the nest, that is how the babies get their water. Momma or papa crow was just preparing dinner.
    I was just so impressed. And I tell that story often and no one seems to know this fact. So I thought I would share if with you.

    1. Thanks, Lue, for this story! I’ve heard of corvids doing that (though I haven’t seen it). Of course it makes sense that they skin the food for the babies. Human hunters skin their catch, too. It’s a bit gruesome, though, to find them using your bird bath! Glad you’re a crow fan and supporter.

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