THE CROW 



This fall a young crow became quite fa- 

 miliar. He would call to me in the woods, 

 " Caw-caw," and often fly near me. The old 

 crows seemed to think he was in danger, or 

 they thought he was departing from the ways 

 of the fathers, and they always drove him 

 away. They would beat him with their wings 

 until he was forced into flight to save himself. 

 This young crow had found food in my door- 

 yard, and had heard the older crows say that 

 " Caw-caw " was harmless, so he wanted to be 

 friendly, no doubt with an eye to the food 

 supply. I experimented with this fellow, in 

 hopes that I could tame him, and learn from 

 him and his mates something of the crow lan- 

 guage. 



As added to my knowledge of the young 

 crow he proved to be a failure. I am now 

 convinced that this youngster is not of sound 

 mind. He utters the cry of a young crow, 

 when calling for food, which shows that he has 

 not acquired the crow language. The only 

 exception to this rule is when he calls to me. 

 Somehow he has been taught by other crows 

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