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78. Author: teelio Date: 06/29/2010 02:31 AM Reply

I had the same problem with crows. Last year I shot a couple with a BB gun, which, of course, did nothing except piss them off. After that, because they’re the smartest birds in the animal kingdom, they knew my face, and would **** all over my my car---giant, 10 inch crow pizzas--dozens of them. And never my wife’s car, which was parked under the same tree.

I’m within city limits, so shooting a gun is out of the question, but with the helpful guidance of the Gerbil, got a great 800 PSI pellet rifle.

Missed the first one. Haven’t missed since.

They learn quickly, so I had to keep evolving tactics. Got decoys. Used road kill for bait. Even did an audio mashup of several different kinds of crow calls, and broadcasted through my outdoor speakers (VERY effective, BTW--takes less than a minute to bring ’em in).

Six shots, five head shots, five kills. (Took pics!) Family of nine is now a family of four. And now they absolutely will not come on my property. Now I wish they would, because I would exercise The Final Solution.

Here ya go..

Crow Killa !

I STILL Can't Believe it!

nevermore...

I hate crows.

I love the Black Crowes!

They freaking RAWK!

I love the candy Black Crows...licorice gooey goodness.

My favorite cartoon characters are Heckle and Jeckle...technically they're magpies but get lumped in with the crow family.

One of my favorite comics was The Crow. Brought to life by Brandon Lee. RIP. He WAS The Crow.

On occasion I've been known to eat crow, and it tends to be a bit on the bitter side it does wash down nicely with a side of humility.

Photoshopped.

NINE DEAD CROWS!

WOW what a CROW!!

He's crowing about a crow, yo.

This is a one year old. Got the mom, and three fledglings too. The big Mack Daddy has still eluded me, even though he sometimes comes overhead and curses at me. I flip him off and say "Come down here and say that, you filthy f**k. You're next."

Again, I'm inside city limits, so I can't shoot into trees. I can only take a shot if I have my back slope and wall as a backstop. I usually shoot from my kitchen, so Mrs Kravitz next door doesn't get wise. Plus, the crows can't see me in there.

^

So you have set up a snipers' den in your house?

Dont want to piss of Jack but my problem is dem darn wasscully rabbits! They eat my vinca like no tomorrow.

I have a "contract out" on the three groundhogs in my back yard, do you want it?

The Crows

By David Michael Jackson

The criticism struck

into him like a butter knife

slides

through butter

he was butter itself

in the other man’s hands

so he looked out the window

and watched the blackbirds

weaving a tapestry in

the sky

They chased a hawk on the winds

swooping to bite at his body

as he tried to elude them

Caw Caw Caw they cried.

Caw Caw Caw

His eyes returned to find more criticism

in the look on the man’s face

The hawk flew steadfastly

and tried no more to evade

The crows picked and picked until

finally the hawk

slowly

faded into the sky

and the crows returned

to wait

More critisism struck home this time

“Do you understand me, Mister?”

“Yes

I believe

I

do”

13

Yep!

15

Yep. Just pay for travel from LA, lodging and hookers. The cigars and groundhogs are on me.

Poor Cros