Showing posts with label crows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crows. Show all posts

Monday, 9 June 2025

Follow-Ups

 

Today we're having a sunny day, even if also very windy.  I extended my walk to the park in the city centre, going one way there, and another way back. Above is another impressive display of purple rhododendrons in the park. 

 

Along the river on my way back home, I spotted this purple plant (popular with the bees):

Symphytum officinale

At home, I uploaded my photo to Google Image Search and found that...

Symphytum officinale is a perennial flowering plant in the family Boraginaceae. Along with thirty four other species of Symphytum, it is known as comfrey (from the Latin confervere, to 'heal' or literally to 'boil together', referring to uses in ancient traditional medicine).  Over centuries, it was cultivated in Asia, Europe, and the United Kingdom as a vegetable and herbal medicine. (N.B. Internal or long-term topical use of comfrey is discouraged due to its strong potential to cause liver toxicity.)  The Swedish name is äkta vallört. It's not native to Sweden but was imported and has spread so that it can now be found in the wild.

 

I also passed by the spot in the cemetery where yesterday I was almost hit (!) by a fledgeling crow falling to the ground from a tree... 
 

Photo from yesterday

I was glad not to find any traces of the bird today. I imagine that after recovering a bit from the shock, if it still was not able to fly, it may have taken shelter under a hedge nearby. 

When googling, I also got this info from AI:  

It's common for baby crows (fledged or recently fledged) to be seen on the ground, as they are learning to fly and practice their skills. Parents will continue to feed them on the ground during this stage. After leaving the nest, baby crows need time to practice flying. They may spend time on the ground or in nearby trees, hopping, running, and attempting short flights. Even when on the ground, parents will continue to feed the fledgling --- This ground-based learning is crucial for the fledglings to develop the strength and coordination needed for proper flight. --- Seeing a baby crow on the ground doesn't mean it's been abandoned. It's a natural part of their development.  

Comments on yesterday's post included some varied suggestions as to what kind of bird it was. For my own part, I had no difficulty identifying it as what here in Sweden we call a "grey crow" (Swedish: gråkråka) - or commonly, just "crow"... Additional online research informs me that the Latin name is corvus cornix, and that in English it's known as "hooded crow". But it's an Eurasian bird, so friends living in other parts of the world are not likely to be familiar with it.

AI sums it up:

Hooded Crow vs Magpie: Magpies are black and white birds with long tails, while hooded crows are grey with a black head, wings, and tail. Magpies have a melodious call, while hooded crows have a caw-like call.  

Hooded Crow vs Jackdaw: The hooded crow is larger than the jackdaw, has a black head, a light grey back, and light grey underparts, whereas the jackdaw is smaller, with black plumage and a grey nape. The hooded crow also has dark brown eyes, while the jackdaw has distinctive pale grey eyes. 

For my own part, grey crows and magpies were probably among the first birds I learned to recognise, way back in my childhood. I especially associate crows with my paternal grandmother, because she used to throw out left-over boiled potates for them in her garden. I think she's the only person I've ever known who "encouraged" visits by crows, by feeding them!

AI: "Crows are omnivores and eat a wide variety of foods, including insects, seeds, nuts, fruits, vegetables, small animals, and even carrion. They are also known to scavenge for food in garbage and even steal food from other animals." 

Sunday, 8 June 2025

Thump!

 A largish, fuzzy, grey-and-black ball of something fell from a huge tree above and landed on the ground with a thump just beside the footpath. It shook itself a little, and among its grey fuzzy feathers a black eye looked at me...


Up above, a lot of upset cawing was heard. I'm no expert at crow language, but I think the conversation went something like this:

- I told you he was not ready to fly yet! Why did you have to push him??
- But he should be fully fledged by now! We can't keep him in the nest forever!!
- But look at him ! He hardly even knows how to move his wings! He might be hurt!!
- Oh, I'm sure he'll be all right... Just give him a moment... He'll figure it out...
- How?? If he couldn't get the hang of it from up here, how on earth is he going to get started from down there?? Oh no, look... There's a human down there as well, and she has seen him... At least help me caw as loud as you can to scare her away!!

 

 Both of them were now cawing so loud that I could no longer make out what they were saying. Guessing that at least some of it was aimed at me rather than at their offspring, I decided to back off and leave them to sort out their family quarrel among themselves. 

Curiosity drove me back to the spot some 10-15 minutes later, though. The fledgling was still on the ground, but seemed to have moved into a slightly less ruffled and more comfortable-looking position (as in the photo). The parents were still cawing loudly from above - whether quarreling, giving flying instructions, or just warning him about human presence again was hard to tell. As I have absolutely zero experience of teaching birds to fly, I again decided I had better just trust them to solve the situation their own way, though. At least the only wild animals in the cemetery (besides other birds) are the two hares, who I think are unlikely to interfere...

 

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