About a month or so ago, Ruckus and I had a fight. I was of the opinion it was time for her to go back in her enclosure and she was equally committed to the idea that she fly around inside the screen-in porch and terrorize the rehab birds. We went through our usual “step-up/fly-off routine” with Ruckus-Girl getting more and more agitated until she flew right at, and through, the screen door. She then kept on going.
Ruckus was micro-chipped, so I had hopes that she would be found. And indeed she frolicked about, making her way up to Maryland where she found a very nice gentleman who befriended her. He figured she was someone’s pet because she would take food from him and didn’t look like the local crows. He mentioned the strange visitor to the neighbors, and finally, through the miracle of the Internet, one of them connected pied crows with me.
So, at the time it looked like the story might have a happy ending, the local crows took a dislike to Ruckus. Maybe she stayed in the same territory too long. Maybe they had fledglings and were super sensitive to intruders. Maybe she just looked too different. Maybe she started a fight she couldn’t win. At any rate, her kind benefactor found her dead in his backyard.
Things I have learned from this.
- I will never keep a single crow again. They just cannot be happy without constant company. Crows nearby, people wandering in and out, backyard birds are not enough. They need a soulmate.
- If something can go wrong, it will.
- Raising crows is not for the faint-hearted. Between Gwen’s unhatched chicks and Ruckus’s demise, it’s been a tough summer.
- The crow gods are merciful. They have sent me 3 beautiful fledgling crows to take care of until they are ready to take on the world themselves.