quoth the raven, “I’m not a crow!”
For the last few months, I’ve been following the progress of a pair of nesting ravens in Queens, NY, via 10,000 Birds. I couldn’t really understand how the author knew he was looking at ravens, not crows. I began to doubt my crow sightings – the TOC lists both crows and ravens as confirmed breeding species, so who knows what I’ve been seeing?
A day or two ago, my doubts were dissolved in the face of a raven flying through the backyards (not the yards directly, but the garage roofs and alley-tree beyond). Its deep, guttural croak, and its shockingly large size, clearly distinguished this bird from the crows I’m used to seeing in our neighbourhood (only our neighbourhood, I might add – nowhere else have I seen crows in this city; the highways, the “greater areas,” sure, but not the city proper).
P.S. This bird was so big, comparatively-speaking, that S thought at first it was a raptor. Nope, just a corvid; but, speaking of raptors, I just stumbled on the Secretary Bird. Now, I’m normally a little turned off by bald bird-skin, but I think this is the most beautiful, amazing bird I’ve ever seen. And what a name! Check it out.