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The Lodge at Real Life, MT.

Come visit where the air and water is clean and the people are real. As your inn keeper I confess that I have more than my share of opinions on absolutely everything. I'm also chock full of advice and ready to give it at every opportunity - asked for or not. You'll also find the entries from my old blog here: An Animal Shelter - Everyday Stories. These were stories about a typical animal shelter in Montana. It ended when my relationship with the local animal shelter ended - badly.

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Location: Helena, Montana, United States

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Crow Update

I got up much earlier for me than usual on Saturday to go check on the crow. She wasn't in the tree and she wasn't on the ground so I am going to tell myself that she is fine. I also went back at about 7, my usual feeding time during the week, and the crows spotted my car and showed up for chow. I'm telling myself that the one with the missing wing feathers is my girl. I could be all wrong but it makes me feel better.
So why did I call it a she? Unless you are another crow or an up close and personal vet you can't tell the he crows from the she crows. I just got the feeling it was a she. After looking at this crow close up I did notice that they do have very sharp beaks, very sharp claws on their feet, and strange dark grey eyes. Her eyes were very different from my cockatiel's. More about what I have observed about crows another day.