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September 17, 2013 / viewsfromasmallisland

Lunch companion

Lunch companion

I thought I would introduce my lunch companion. We shared a sandwich together. In fact I nearly lost the sandwich all together. I think jackdaws are very handsome birds and so intelligent. This is a real thinking bird that will reason and use tools. They also make good lunch companions.

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  1. Renard Moreau / Sep 17 2013 9:51 pm

    [ Smiles ] That is one intelligent-looking crow!

  2. ramblingratz / Sep 17 2013 10:55 pm

    Let’s hear it for the corvids 🙂

  3. mk / Sep 18 2013 2:56 am

    Thanks for this post! I saw this bird throughout my 3 week trip to Wales & Ireland. I had never seen any similar bird before, and I liked it very much. I photographed it many times, so I could look it up when I returned to Los Angeles.

    • viewsfromasmallisland / Sep 18 2013 8:34 am

      I hope you enjoyed the trip. Jackdaws are very common here and as well as being intelligent, they are also quite brave around people, so will quickly take advantage if there is a free meal going.

  4. Gallivanta / Sep 18 2013 6:49 am

    A very handsome bird indeed. It will probably be your lunch companion again tomorrow if it liked the menu today.

  5. rubytheblacklabrador / Sep 18 2013 11:16 am

    I don’t think we have these in Australia at all – very regal looking birds and obviously friendly than crows/blackbird/ravens:)

    • viewsfromasmallisland / Sep 18 2013 11:35 am

      Very common in the UK. The smallest member of the crow family and a very smart bird indeed. A sort of cheeky chappie. It shares most of the habits of the crow family, so it does predate other birds’ nests if it has the chance but then that is common with a number of birds.

  6. Sweet as a Picture / Sep 19 2013 4:51 am

    I’d like a nice companion like him. 🙂

  7. writeejit / Sep 19 2013 11:52 pm

    We had a pet jackdaw once–the best pet we ever had–really smart, and amazingly, had a sense of humor. He’d go fishing with my Dad and I and ride the oar, jumping up each time it was about to be submerged. When he got bored (and we were distracted), he’d manage to open the cigar tin we kept the fishing flies in and would toss them overboard. Guess he didn’t fancy fish for dinner.

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