I also have a few crows who’ve been regular visitors. Most of them are very cautious, and will retreat to the phone wires, or the pine trees across the street, if I come through my front door. But there’ve been a few who, when seeing me emerge from my home, will fly down to my arbor, and one who will land on my driveway within 3 feet of me, and wait to see what I have to offer them.
As we do feed the birds, and…sigh…the squirrels…I also make sure I have something to offer the crows as well. They like the whole kernel dried feed corn a lot. Peanuts in a shell seems to be their favorite, and if I have a bit of granola or trail mix that goes a bit stale, I get kudos for that.
We had one large old fellow we’d named Crow-Magnon, but I believe he died some years back. Now…it’s Chef Ramsay. The Chef likes to grab a beak full of dried feed corn, and drop it into the bird bath, for softening. He does this with popcorn too, to make it easier to swallow I suppose. He’s been a daily visitor for some time and has recently brought a ‘friend’ with him. Likely a new mate. I love crows.