Yesterday we looked like this.
Today we look like this.
Anyway, I am at war with the hooded crows (or hoodies or “craa”) who are raiding the sheds for eggs. There are four of them and they are working as a gang.
I am finding empty shells outside and nests raided which is infuriating. So far, they have stripped out three nests and are now, on a daily basis, taking a duck egg from a nesting duck. They even take plastic eggs for crying out loud!
So it is war. OH put up this as a deterrant but to be honest, I am not hopeful.
It is a tough one for me. I love corvids (remember the carrion crow I rescued when south) and I do think we should live peacefully with nature but I draw the line at feeding cheeky crows our precious eggs. I am not sure where the line is drawn. Everyone shares sheds with everyone else. This is the Boyzenberry shed so they must be able to go in and out.
A few years back I was wandering around and found this crow nest in a gable end of an old building in my field, Clothie.
I thought “how lovely” until I walked closer and saw what they had built their nest out of…..
Gruesome little buggers!
So the war has begun and, in the kindest possibly way, I want to give my poultry their usual freedom while curtailing the crows’ egg diet.
It’s not easy.