Four crows congregate in my back yard, carrying out a tribal ritual of some sort, perhaps sexual, or terrotorial. They stab at each other with their black beaks; the pecking order enacted, I suppose, a contest to show power. Or, they could be dancing or engaged in primitive theater.
Years ago, a flock of crows lived near our home, then disappeared. In the last few weeks, crows have come back. The birds possess a sinister quality, as Poe understood. They are raucous, conspiratorial, mocking. Their screeching call is distinctive, unsettling. They either trumpet their presence or communicate with each other, probably a combination of both. Reviving my childhood horror at Hitchcock's "The Birds," they place me on guard, half-expecting them to attack. The crows appear to be predators, and if they eat the chipmunks that scurry around the yard, I will see them as a useful evil.
Along with the crows, we have a fat red cardinal or two. One banged into the window the other day as I played the piano, learning the bass line to "Stand By Me," and it, or another one, was flying yesterday near the rose bush, where a fresh set of blooms has arrived.
Although we live in the city, we have an interesting selection of wildlife. A snake, it looked like a copperhead, crawled down the driveway one Sunday afternoon. One day, I saw a turtle crawling behind a condominium community, near Nancy Creek. Recently, I understood why turtles leave the water behind. Beside another condominium community, I saw a round, cagelike structure with a sign above it that said Turtle Nest Eggs/Do Not Disturb. I walked over to it to see if I could see the eggs, which were too well-hidden, then walked on through the twilight, in which fireflies flashed their messages of love.
The New York Times recently had an article about how zoos are having to make tough choices about which endangered species to preserve. When I see animals close to our home, even the pesky, multiple squirrels, I have a sense of loss, that I am witnessing the final act of a long drama. I hope the cardinals and turtles survive. Even the crows.