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When my husband and I moved here in April of 2003, I wasn't aware of the name of the cliffs upon which our home and studio was built, but I was very aware of the crows. There were crows by the dozen and they were very vocal to say the least. Every day dawned with the raucous squawking of a large flock of crows that delighted in feeding on the lawn outside our bedroom window. When we went to bed at night it was a foregone conclusion that with the sun would come the crows, and that would be the end of our slumber. I experimented with many ways of making noises loud enough to scare them away so that I could get another hour or two under the covers, but nothing seemed to work. Then one day there was silence - the crows were feeding just a dozen feet or so away, but we didn't hear them arrive.
I'm told that crows are intelligent and I've come to believe it. They realized that if they were noisy they'd be shooed away, but if they were quiet they could stay all day. We love the birds here and we feed them all, the hummingbirds, jays, finches, redpolls, siskins, chickadees and sparrows to mention a few, and now we've added the crows as highly valued visitors to our garden. Actually I think I'll revise that - perhaps it's Mike and I who have been welcomed to their cliffs. See more photographs of Peas Brook and the Cliffs.
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