Rook Bothering!

It is a gentle art, for they are unsurprisingly shy and wily.

My original text file became too long in the tailfeathers.
So I've split it up into several, and linked them here instead.

Well, mostly Rooks, but other birds too, especially other Corvids.

These are actual observations of any Corvids I come across, or deliberately find (umhh, seek to annoy?) Leastaways, the events are factual, though my treatment, language, and interpretation are of poetic inclination. For I am a naturalist without any real biological training. Though I do have a general background in science and engineering: I am well aware of scientific method, and value that greatly where it is appropriate. But I am also aware of my potential lack of objectivity, so will not pretend otherwise. This is a subjective account. There is unlikely to be much written in past-tense passive-voice. Unless there is good poetic reason of course. (:>) So I describe as I see, and assume sufficient perspicacity on the part of the reader to differentiate between fact and fancy. Perhaps you will see that difference better than I could. (April 98)

In review, I can see several assumptions and conclusions that I now believe to be erroneous. I expect there are more I haven't spotted yet. I've left them in anyway. [wingshrug] Hindsight is always so exasperating. (:>) (January 99)

These are the raw Observation Notes. Plain ASCII with linebreaks, as I haven't time to keep up with it all in the wretched html-squeak. (:>~ Smaller files like this too. Good browsers read .txt anyway: else save and open in your favourite word processor. Updated every few days, so if you want the latest, don't forget to hit the *refresh* button on your webbery-seeing thing. (:>)

The current file:

Older files:
99 Q2
99 Q1
98 Q4
98 Q3
98 Q2

My thoughts when starting these observations:
It is so difficult trying to outwit Wild Corvids by stealth! They seem almost supernaturally aware of any interest in them. They see my form, and perceive that this creature is looking _at_ them: not merely through or past, ignoring them as most of the relatively harmless bipeds do. I cannot blame them for coming to the most obvious conclusions. I feel uncomfortable, guilty even. Too much of my humanity remains then.

Kepe wel they tonge, and thenk upon the crowe. ~ Geoffrey Chaucer.