In my neighborhood, we have a murder of crows. I cannot tell you how much I love saying that. I tend to see them on my morning walks with the dog, and I am endlessly fascinated with them. I have found myself starting to talk to them as if 1) they actually understand me and 2) I already know them.

I have a confession: I want to be the crazy crow lady.

On Tiktok, I am on Crowtok (there IS such a thing – Google it!) and am so completely mesmerized. I mean look at them! They are beautiful, mysterious, wily, and resourceful. I have learned you can train them to bring you trinkets and other things. They will teach other family members about you and then you have generations of crows gifting you with random things they find, usually in exchange for treats. The only problem? I usually forget the treats part on my daily walks. But I swear, I am going to train them one day. One day very soon. Because I really do want to be the crazy crow lady.

I have told friends and coworkers about my latest obsession and it is usually met with weird looks. Well except my bestie, but we are both similarly batshit crazy. I love this idea of befriending smart animals and having a mutually beneficial, entertaining exchange. I want to be seen as this unhinged, wild creature as a result of my crow friendship. In part, because I know when people think you are crazy, they tend to give you a wide berth and leave you alone. At least a little bit.

So if you see a lady talking to crows, or (hopefully) with crows on her shoulder, I would encourage you to approach her with caution because: She is the crazy crow lady.