I freaking love crows. Years ago, I started feeding a murder of crows in my yard because I had leftover stuff. I found they adored cheetos of all things and they would spend minutes trying to figure out how to carry three and four puffy cheetos without dropping them.
It got to the point they would sit on tree branches outside my frontroom window and caw at me to come and feed them!
They were a treat. Lasted about a year, then they moved on.
I freaking love crows. Years ago, I started feeding a murder of crows in my yard because I had leftover stuff. I found they adored cheetos of all things and they would spend minutes trying to figure out how to carry three and four puffy cheetos without dropping them.
It got to the point they would sit on tree branches outside my frontroom window and caw at me to come and feed them!
They were a treat. Lasted about a year, then they moved on.
I freaking love crows. Years ago, I started feeding a murder of crows in my yard because I had leftover stuff. I found they adored cheetos of all things and they would spend minutes trying to figure out how to carry three and four puffy cheetos without dropping them. It got to the point they would sit on tree branches outside my frontroom window and caw at me to come and feed them! They were a treat. Lasted about a year, then they moved on.