The young’uns (crows, that is) were out of the nest over the weekend and bumbling around in the upper reaches of the tree, learning how to balance on a limb, now and then flying
from one branch to another, and always with at least one and usually 2 older crows in attendance, not interfering but watching from a distance. As I went to my car this morning there was a crow patrolling the street, just before sunrise, when they weren’t calling yet. Oh watchful crows! No trip to the woods on the weekend due to bike training. Next time I get out there the summer flowers will be started, I think, but I won’t know ’til then. On our bike ride yesterday we passed a group of urban geese: six adults were raising nearly 2 dozen young in an industrial park. Madonna said that once a male goose flew straight at her face when she was riding to chase her away- didn’t happen yesterday but will watch in future.