Creepy Tumblr Post Explains How Crazy Smart Crows Are

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mattstaff
Jul 12, 2018 6:00 PM EDT

Crows are hyper-intelligent and this post is basically guaranteed to leave you highly unsettled. 

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    Text - fangirling-so-hard-rn Crows are scary They use tools Can be taught to speak (like parrots) Have huge brains for birds like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things they are scary smart at solving puzzles some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies
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    Text - they can remember faces SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SiT. They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them f Hwith crows. Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks douchebag. But the nice guys with masks they left alone. THEN OH WE'RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN'T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight. THEY PASSED ON THE FL INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES. They remember places where crows were killed
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    Text - betheothergirl Like, I wouldn't want to be on bad terms with a crow, but they are a really smart animal, they aren't scary You just want to be nice to them because they will know and they will remember, and they will pay you back if you treat them a certain way. As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wing-who was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him
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    This person even trained a crow to be their pet!

    crow that was trained to be someone's pet
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    Text - rassoey this one morningi kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn't fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad. i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to atta
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    Text - a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was "allowed" to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn't drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth. i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder fo
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    Text - reallymisscoffee I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him 'Buck'.Well... months passed and Buck's sibling was taught to fly. His
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    Text - Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn't caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well... near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and
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    Text - Cut to the next spring? I'm walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound... a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck... and one from his chick. Cut to ten years later? We have a fa
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