At any rate, I plucked the scrawny birds and froze them. Later, we baked them, using a pigeon pie recipe, and served them one night when my brother Mike came to dinner. We all tried the crow pie and decided it tasted a bit like woodcock, only gamier. We were glad there was a venison roast for the main course. I have not eaten crow since, but some people claim to relish them as table fare.
Some people eat eels and rattlesnakes, too.
I find them fascinating, though, and still talk to them all the time. On a spring turkey hunt, I ll sometimes try to get a flock of crows going in hopes they will in turn trigger a gobbler to sound off. On a winter walk in the woods, if I spot a band of crows harassing an owl, I ll chime in with a few raspy caws, the way a barnyard dog will answer a pack of coyotes. Lately, a large flock has been hanging around our wood lot. The cornfields are picked pretty clean, so they re scratching for beechnuts in the dry, open woods.