Corvus Diving Season has begun.

It's that time of year again when the perils of my job become more pronounced. Large crows have started diving from the sky to protect their territory and their young! I find it quite hilarious really, because no one has ever made contact with my head. They mostly just CAWWWWWWW and swoop down upon me. It's fun.


If you're super interested in crows...

Last year, I think that I may have been a contributor to the death of a baby crow when I misguidedly moved it out of harms way. Um, and then into harms way. I felt pretty crappy for awhile, then remembered that I've seen worse. Oh well, that's nature, and I'm not going to cry about it forever. I have other things to cry about now.

Here in Vancouver we have a fantastic murder of crows.

"Every evening as dusk nears, up to 10,000 crows from across the Lower Mainland make their way to a group of deciduous trees near the junction of Lougheed Highway and Willingdon Avenue. There, in the safety of numbers, they sleep. Each morning, just past dawn, they retrace the commute back to their individual territories."

It is a sight to behold.