The Crow Conglomerate (Pt.2)
[box]This Article appeared in the April 2001 edition of the now (sadly) defunct DoubleTake Magazine. View Part 1 here. [/box]
If more people in the future get a chance to know crows as I have done, they are in for a real treat. Because I must say, the crows have been absolutely wonderful to me. I like them not just as highly profitable business associates but as friends. Their aggressive side, admittedly quite strong in disputes with scarlet tanagers and other birds, has been nowhere in evidence around me. I could not wish for any companions more charming. The other day I was having lunch with an important crow in the parkâ€”me sipping from a drinking fountain while he ate peanuts taken from a squirrel. In between sharp downward raps of his bill on the peanut shell to poke it open, he drew me out with seemingly artless questions. Sometimes the wind would push the shell to one side and he would steady it with one large foot while continuing the raps with his beak. And all the while, he kept up his attentive questioning, making me feel that, business considerations aside, he was truly interested in what I had to say.
Crows: We Want to Be Your Only Bird.â„¢ I think this slogan is worth repeating, because thereâ€™s a lot behind it. Of course, the crows donâ€™t literally want (or expect) to be the only species of bird left on the planet. They admire and enjoy other kinds of birds and even hope that there will still be some remaining in limited numbers out of doors as well as in zoos and museums. But in terms of daily usage, the crows hope that you will think of them first when youâ€™re looking for those quality-of-life intangibles usually associated with birds. Singing, for example: Crows actually can sing, and beautifully, too; so far, however, they have not been given the chance. In the future, with fewer other birds around, they feel that they will be.
Whether theyâ€™re kindly harassing an owl caught out in daylight, or carrying bits of sticks and used gauze bandage in their beaks to make their colorful, free-form nests, or simply landing on the sidewalk in front of you with their characteristic double hop, the crows have become a part of the fabric of our days. When you had your first kiss, the crows were there, flying around nearby. They were cawing overhead at your college graduation, and worrying a hamburger wrapper through the wire mesh of a trash container in front of the building when you went in for your first job interview, and flapping past the door of the hospital where you held your first-born child. The crows have always been with us, and they promise that by growing the species at a predicted rate of 17 percent a year, in the future theyâ€™ll be around even more.
The crows arenâ€™t the last Siberian tigers, and they donâ€™t pretend to be. Theyâ€™re not interested in being a part of anybodyâ€™s dying tradition. But then how many of us deal with Siberian tigers on a regular basis? Usually, the non tech stuff we deal withâ€”besides humansâ€”is squirrels, pigeons, raccoons, rats, mice, and a few kinds of bugs. The crows are confident enough to claim that they will be able to compete effectively even with these familiar and well-entrenched providers. Indeed, they have already begun to displace pigeons in the category of walking around under park benches with chewing gum stuck to their feet. Scampering nervously in attics, sneaking through pet doors, and gnawing little holes in things are all in the crowsâ€™ expansion plans.
I would not have taken this job if I did not believe, strongly and deeply, in the crows. And I do. I could go on and on about the crowsâ€™ generosity, taste in music, sense of family values; the ‘buddy system’ they invented to use against other birds, the work they do for the Shriners, and more. But theyâ€™re paying me a lot of bottles to say thisâ€”I canâ€™t expect everybody to believe me. I do ask, if youâ€™re unconvinced, that you take this simple test: Next time youâ€™re looking out a window or driving in a car, notice if thereâ€™s a crow in sight. Then multiply that one crow by lots and lots of crows, and youâ€™ll get an idea of what the next few years will bring. In the bird department, no matter what, the future is going to be almost all crows, almost all the time. Thatâ€™s just a fact.
So why not just accept it, and learn to appreciate it, as so many of us have already? The crows are going to influence our culture and our world in beneficial ways we canâ€™t even imagine today. Much of what they envision I am not yet at liberty to disclose, but I can tell you that it is magnificent. They are going to be birds like weâ€™ve never seen. In their dark, jewel-like eyes burns an ambition to be more and better and to fly around all over the place constantly. Theyâ€™re smart, theyâ€™re driven, and theyâ€™re cominâ€™ at us. The crows : Letâ€™s get ready to welcome tomorrowâ€™s only bird.