Crows

[fiat_knox]

Aesop once wrote a tale about the crow and the water pitcher:-

The Crow And The Pitcher

A Crow, half-dead with thirst, came upon a Pitcher which had once been full of water; but when the Crow put its beak into the mouth of the Pitcher he found that only very little water was left in it, and that he could not reach far enough down to get at it. He tried, and he tried, but at last had to give up in despair.

Then a thought came to him, and he took a pebble and dropped it into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped it into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. At last, at last, he saw the water mount up near him, and after casting in a few more pebbles he was able to quench his thirst and save his life.

Little by little does the trick.

Or, sometimes,

Necessity is the mother of invention.

BTW, did you know that some of these tales were translated by Ambrose Bierce of The Devil's Dictionary? :)

Anyhow, read this bit.

I love corvids. They are so smart. I love them.

I wonder how they'd cope with surprises, like some mad SOB replacing those stones with Alka-Seltzers? :)

Comments

[prettyarbitrary.livejournal.com]

They are fantastic, aren't they? Corvids and parrots, they're just wonderful.

And I'm pretty sure they know when you're messing with them, because I've gotten some really dirty looks from crows. :D (And from parrots, but they live with me, and they definitely know when I'm screwing with them.)