I Don’t Know What the Crows Are Saying

It’s spring, I think it’s spring, yes really, it’s spring, and I have to stop myself from writing about juiced-up kids and hormonal robins and the flourishing minor bulbs, all sproinging all over the place like little fireworks. It’s true that they’re the incarnation of spring but I’ve written and written about them and you don’t need to hear it all again. I was thinking about what else to write about, out on my walk in the morning, and the crows from one patch of trees were crossing the sky to another patch of trees and talking as they went. They weren’t yelling in long sentences the way they usually do; they were talking casually in single words — a quiet krokk, then another one, krokk. They sounded like country people talking over coffee, keeping it short and to the necessities:

“Wet spring.”

“Yes.”

They sounded like my grandmother and her sister playing cards:

(slap a card down) “Do you believe in an afterlife?”

(slap a card down) “No.”

I heard them say this, it was like music: slap, fundamental question, slap, devastating answer, end of conversation. I never forgot it. Anyway I thought I would write about what crows talk about.

I looked it up. Crows are smart and social and civic-minded — LWON has been all over the subject — which means that they have good reason to talk to each other. “There is probably a lot being said,” says one crow scientist, John Marzluff of the University of Washington. “But what they’re actually talking about we really don’t know.” He’s being modest, they know a lot.

Crows have about 20 different calls, which scientists categorize by the sex and age of the crows, and by the “pitch, duration, cadence, and timbre” of the calls. Another crow scientist, Kevin McGowan of the Cornell Laboratory of Ornithology* says crows not only have specific calls for specific messages, like “heads up, hawk,” but by speeding up the same calls, they can say “hawk’s getting closer, scatter.” They warn each other about threats, they argue over territory, they tell each other about food, they arrange meetings. The little ones ask for food, the big ones tell them to stop asking. They make a racket.

So with all my researches into scientists’ researches, I could begin to understand the racket. But I didn’t find anything about those one-word mid-air conversations: krokk (flap flap) krokk. Maybe they’re doing what scientists call counter-cawing: it’s territory-marking, crows in one territory call in a certain way and crows in nearby territories call back in the same way. Or maybe they’re doing what an old 1971 study called duetting: one crow calls, another makes the same call, it might be a way to keep up with where your relatives are. Though to be honest, I was skimming the scientists’ papers and maybe missed what I was looking for.

And surely this is enough of an answer to my question about what crows are talking about. They’re saying all the things you need to say to your relatives to stay alive and find food and take care of the babies and find a place to spend the night and in general watch out for each other. “Did you see the cat down there?” “Guys, did you see that cat?” “Let’s get away from it.” “Everybody get away from that cat.” “Shall we go over here?” “Is there food over there?” “I see food over there.” “Is the cat over there?” “I think the cat went somewhere else.” “How about this patch of trees?” “I like the patch over there better.” “Ok, let’s go over there.” Everybody argues, everybody has an opinion and has to say it, everybody repeats themselves and everybody else.

But what about those single word comments and single word replies, that quiet, spare conversation? Krokk? krokk. Science hasn’t thought of this yet, but maybe that conversation is for the big subjects:

“Do you believe in an afterlife?”

“No.”

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*Surely you know about Cornell’s Merlin app: take your phone outside, fire up the app, lay the phone on the porch table, come back in 15 minutes, and find out who your real neighbors are.

Japanese crows talking: in honor of Helen’s trip all over Japan, on foot and in infinite curiosity.

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