You may remember me talking about a somewhat spontaneous trip to Roundrock that Libby and I took a few weeks ago. Because of said spontaneity, we hadn’t supplied ourselves with our usual bag of peanuts (unsalted, of course) to spread on the fallen snag for the crows.
Fortunately, we happened to be carrying around a big bag of feed corn in the bed of the truck. (Doesn’t everyone?) It had been there for weeks, originally intended as bait for one of the game cameras that we (I) failed to set up on a prior visit. So we pressed our thumbs into service, rubbing the hard kernels from the dry cobs and spreading them artfully on the fallen snag.
In recent months, I’ve noticed that whenever we park the truck near the snag and then get out to do whatever it is we do at Roundrock, I always hear the crows cawing in the near distance. I’ve told myself that they have come to understand that the appearance of the red truck in this part of the woods means peanuts will be served, so they’re spreading the word. That’s what I’ve told myself anyway.
The problem with this theory is that I have no control, nothing to compare it with. Since I’m not there when I’m not there, I don’t know if this cawing goes on all the time. It may have nothing to do with my arrival being tied in their clever corvid minds to lunch.
I’m not sure if the crows find hard kernel corn appealing. I expect it was gobbled up by some raccoons. We did use the remainder of the corn at our usual game camera spot near the pond. Perhaps I’ll get some shots from there of just who favors corn.
Bobwhite quail begin calling.
By: Roundrockjournal Source