from BU Today

Stephen Davis can no longer ignore the squawks rending the sky above his head. He steps off his back deck and sets his container of French fries on the woodpile — an offering.

“I have this family of crows that hangs out here, five of them,” he says. “When they start up like this, I usually give them some bread or something. We used to have big flocks, but then they got West Nile and the crow basically disappeared from Massachusetts. So you gotta feed the crows.”(read full story)