Another Conversation With A Crow, From Inside My Apartment, Through A Closed Window, Shades Drawn.

"Drinky Crow Flying Around" by Ben Lepley, over at Flickr. 

 Mon Jul 11 07:34:55 PDT 2022 

Just had a pretty long conversation with a crow,  about 5 or 7 minutes ago.  

A month ago a neighborhood crow was going about his or her duties, checking on things, spreading news, & I interjected a 'caw' to let them know I was still around, and awake.  He finished up wth the remote crow with whom he had been in conversation, and turned attention to me.  We talked for a good half-minute; he spoke in 3 or 4 caw bursts, whch I dd my best to imitate.  

I figured this was because of that.  

This time the crow stopped in the parking structure opposite, exactly at the level of my storey it sounded like, and aimed hs voice directly at my window.  Not very loud, but direct  The conversation went something like this: Caw. Caw. Caw Caw. Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw.  Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw caw caw.  All the statements were one caw long, one call & my response.  The next caw came a little bit sooner than i expected every time, so the series sped up quite a bit. Then, abruptly, he left.

Then, just a moment ago, what sounded like the same bird came back, this time with only one caw, then left when i answered.  

I know the birds showed off my friend, who started talking to crows because of me & now is way more fluent with them, to El Gran Señor Crow; he came by her van and she was presented to him with much pomp and circumstance.  He was at least one & a half times as big as all the others, and checked her out for some time.

So maybe the one last caw that came after some time was my voice being elicited as proof to the crows silent friend that I really did exist — that behind that window, his caws were being answered, and it was no coincidence.