I don’t know if you have crows in your part of the world. We do, pied crows. They are black with white fronts and are ubiquitous, (in towns, or near human habitation.)
Our dog Sasha hated them. She used to chase them although she never seemed to notice they flew and she only ran. Also, that she was forced to stop at the gate. Perhaps she thought she had won the battle, because she successfully chased them off her territory. Who knows what went on in Sasha’s head.
Crows are scavengers. Noisy ungainly birds.
We recently did a job at an abattoir – as you can imagine – crow heaven.
Our variety make a characteristic ‘hark, hark, hark,’ noise. A harsh raucous, African noise.
After a long, hot day working, I lay reading my kindle the crow noises blending in with the other, winding-down-from-work, noises.
“Mum. Mum.” A resonating sound. I jerked upright. Any mother will tell you they react to the ‘mum,’ ‘mother,’ ‘mommy,’ ‘mummy,’ word. I have seen six mothers turn their heads at a gathering when a little child walks into a room and says, “Mummy.”
Well I heard, “Mummm.” All amongst the Hark, hark, harks. “Mumm.” Then soon after: “Mumm.” It sounded so real, I almost answered. A lovely ‘mum’ too. A sweet sound, from out of a butt ugly crow!
Only in Gokwe.