Attack of the Killer Crows! Or: Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds May End Up in A Pie

Many people in California don't even have lawns anymore: it is that water conservation thing and a good change it probably is.

But my lawn has been here for half a century. It was attached to the house my sister and I inherited. So, I was unprepared for the terror that awaited me when ...

... a flock of crows attacked the lawn on Friday and again on Saturday. They were looking for grubs, I think. Whatever. They made a really big mess.

I realize, that as troubles go, this does not rank with divorce, death, and disaster. Still, the mess these crows made--and I actually caught them at it this time--did cause me to want to go out and get a blunderbuss.

Now I'm wondering if, last year, when I had my previous lawn damage and went to all that trouble to hire the Critter Catchers, I did that skunk and his friend the 'possum a great injustice. Was it this local gang of crows all along?

Crows are going to be considerably more difficult to dislodge.

They're smart: they wait until you've left the property or are inside doing your laundry before they go on their Hells-Angels-in-Hollister rampage.

I don't know. A rock garden is looking better and better every day.

Or a pie.


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