Posts Tagged ‘Crows’

Crow Convention

October 7, 2012

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CROW CONVENTION

So deafening a tumult rose
From out a grove where gathered crows.
I said to Bill: “I fancy that’s
A group of feathered Democrats.”

“Republicans perhaps,” said Bill,
“Or what is even likelier still
So long the clamoring persists
Those inky birds are Communists.”

Convention time and early fall,
A patch of woods the meeting hall.
And all that bickering, I suppose,
About the common rights of crows.

“At times,” said I, “I envy birds,
Denied the privilege of words,
But when the crows convene again
I think how much they are like men.”

Morning Herald (Uniontown, Pennsylvania) Oct 19, 1932

To Return Like a Dog to his Vomit

January 14, 2009

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We extract the following very excellent article from the Peoria (Illinois) Register.

‘CROWS, VERSUS ALCOHOL. — Col. E. has one of the best farms on the Illinois river. About one hundred acres of  it are now covered with waving corn. When it first came up in the spring, the crows seemed determined on its entire destruction. When one was killed it seemed as though a dozen came to its funeral. And though the sharp crack of the rifle often drove them away, they always returned with its echo.

The Colonel at length became weary of throwing grass, and resolved on trying the virtue of stones. — He sent to the druggist for a gallon of alcohol, in which he soak a few quarts of corn and scattered it over his field. The black legs came and partook with their usual relish; and as usual they were soon pretty well corned; and such a cooing and cackling, — such a strutting and staggering!

The scene was like — but I will make no invidious comparison — yet it was very much like

When the boys attempted to catch them, they were not a little amused at their staggering gait, and their zigzag course through the air. At length they gained the edge of the woods, and there being joined by a new recruit, which happened to be sober, they united at the top of their voices in haw, haw, hawing and shouting either the praises or the curses of alcohol. — It was difficult to tell which, as they rattled away without rhyme or reason, so very much like —
But the Colonel saved his corn. — As soon as they became sober, they set their faces steadfastly against alcohol. Not another kernal would they touch in his field, lest it should contain the accursed thing, while they went and pulled up the corn of his neighbors. — To return like a dog to his vomit — like  a washed sow to the mire — like – not they. — They have too much respect for their character — black as they are — again to be found drunk.’

Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio) Aug 28, 1838