For my postcard on the 6th, I featured a crow, and for 01/10/24, I’ve chosen another crow picture that may well be the same crow, definitely a member of the same community. Observing their interactions has been a source of fascination for me. I encountered this particular crow in the soft light of early morning and began capturing its image. Suddenly, a sound emanated from a nearby tree, eerily reminiscent of a child’s voice, then answered with a response of sharp clicks from another crow. The crow before me then flew to join its companion in the branches. From what I read, these birds exhibit a fascinatingly intricate social hierarchy, even engaging in behaviors akin to funerals for their dead.
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