That there didn’t use to be crows in Menlo Park is a topic the Dawn Jogger has heard discussed on a number of occasions. She doesn’t remember crows sitting in the trees in numbers when she was a child. But then again maybe she just didn’t notice, although she distinctly remembers when the black squirrels began to outnumber the grey ones. Anyway, she’s glad to have the crows in her neighborhood now. Maybe all the more to scare away smaller birds that are insistent about coming into the house...
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