Psychology

How Crows Trained Me Into Servitude

Wheatfield with Crows, Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam (Vincent van Gogh Foundation)

It all started with a few peanuts tossed on the lawn.

These were a gift for my pandemic entertainers, the neighborhood crows. When I hear a chorus of angry squawks, I run out to watch the show. It’s a squadron of crows escorting a hawk out of their no-fly zone. They’re fun to spy on. They make eating peanuts in the shell a high drama and caw with their entire…