I am sorry to say that the crows are, like the rest of us, having a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit. Perhaps this has to do with the fact that it is in the 70s and raining. Gwen and Stephen have decided that springtime weather requires springtime activities and so spent the afternoon grunting at each other, which is apparently how crows flirt. I even heard Gwen knock which is crow for “your place or mine?”
All three are also on edge because the warm weather has brought out the marauding juveniles in force, which requires vigilant territory protection. Ruckus now flatly refuses to come inside, although a week ago her sole purpose in life was to get into the bathroom and empty the cabinets. (Yes, she’s figured out how to open up the vanity doors with her beak.) The only thing I can think of is that she feels the need to defend her turf.
So, it’s up to Yours Truly to get our corvid friends in the proper festive mood. So I got Ruckus a Christmas present (a puzzle dog dish with treats inside). I’m hoping it will take her most of the day to get it open.
But in any case, please accept our warmest wishes for a lovely holiday season.