A family of corvids built their nest right by my door. I’ve enjoyed seeing their nest grow, and I think the babies are now full fledglings.

Up until now, we’ve each been going out separate ways. Aside from leaving them some sticks to use, I haven’t interacted with them directly.

Today I either closed the door too hard, or they got spooked by the garbage truck passing by. A crow dive bombed me twice, hitting me the first time and whooshing by me the second time. It didn’t hurt, but I’m offended that they don’t remember me.

I know crows can hold a vendetta and remember faces. Any tips on how to get back in their good graces?

edit: I looked into giving them food, but it’s against the bylaws in my city

https://dailyhive.com/vancouver/bird-feeding-vancouver-bylaw

A Vancouver resident who admittedly loves feeding the crows in his neighbourhood is now facing a major fine.

According to Reddit user DubUbasswitmyheadman, they’ve been feeding birds while walking their dog.

However, they claim that feeding the wildlife irritated enough people to prompt one neighbour to contact their landlord to collect their email and phone number.

DubUbasswitmyheadman now claims they are facing a $4,000 fine for feeding wildlife.

  • mic_check_one_two@lemmy.dbzer0.comEnglish
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    5 hours ago

    I can confirm with firsthand experience that crows fucking love unsalted cashews. I don’t know if it’s the flavor, distinctive shape, or the texture, but there was a family of crows at my old house that used to go bugfuck wild when I gave them cashews.

    I used to buy them in bulk as a snack, so I always had a lot on hand. I’d usually put them in a little plastic cup if I was going outside. One time I spilled some on the patio and didn’t bother cleaning them up. The next time I was outside and had a cup of them, that family of crows was extremely interested. I left a few on the patio as an experiment and went back inside. As soon as I was inside, they were on those cashews like flies on shit.

    From then on, whenever I happened to take that plastic cup outside, I’d have a family of crows waiting for the traditional offering of cashews.