Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge (Day Five): Rustle Crow


This is my final entry in the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge. I have had a lot of fun taking part and I would like to thank Cee from Cee’s Photography Blog for asking me to join. Cee is a very active blogger and she always posts something every day. She also runs various daily photo and writing challenges and offers helpful advice and encouragement to everyone who takes part – I don’t know where she finds the energy! If you haven’t already, I recommend that you pop over to her site to have a look at her work – her photos and accompanying stories are beautiful.

Colonialist’s Blog is my nominee for today. He describes his home as being “on the edge of that pond called the Indian Ocean” and I have to admit I am a little bit jealous of that! I enjoy the humour on Colonialist’s Blog and hope that you will too.


Rustle Crow

Rustle was born in December 2007 in a nest on the top of the internet mast at the back of our garden.

It was the rainy season and a particularly violent storm had caused some damage to the mast, cutting off our internet supply (this happens every year!), so we called in the internet people to come and fix it.

One of the internet men climbed onto the mast, got half way up and then came down again. He declared that the problem had not been caused by the storm but that he could see a crows nest at the top and that this was why we had no signal. He had come down to fetch a stick which he was going to use to destroy the nest (and in the process kill whatever was in it).

Luckily for Rustle, Last Born was visiting us for Christmas and he was having none of that! He donned a backpack, shimmied up that mast and was back down again with a baby crow safely tucked in his backpack before the internet guy could say “No! Wait!”.

It's a long way up there!

It’s a long way up there!

I don’t think there is an easy way to determine the sex of a crow, but it was decided that the chick was a boy, so he was named Rustle (had it been a girl, her name would have been Cheryl).

Rustle in his new, less elevated, home

Rustle in his new, less elevated, home

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He was quickly tamed and soon became a member of the family, keeping us entertained with his antics. He even got his own Facebook page.

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Like all birds, Rustle loved to bath and we always kept a dish of water handy for this.

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Having no windows in the house, the problem was keeping him out of the house when he was wet!

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Once Rustle grew up he left home. I was quite sad about that, but at the same time pleased that he was able to live his life as a wild bird, not locked up in a cage forever.

We are often visited by crows in our garden and when we do I always go outside and call his name, wondering if one of them is Rustle.

Is that Rustle up there?

Is that Rustle up there?

A couple of weeks ago while driving around in the fields taking photos for this post I came across some crows feeding on peanuts that had been dropped by the harvester.

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One of them broke away from the crowd and flew towards me, banking and swooping over my head. I like to think it was Rustle saying “hello”.

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18 thoughts on “Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge (Day Five): Rustle Crow

  1. That bedraggled little wet bird grew into a fine specimen. Another excellent entry and your last one to boot. I just posted my first one and will now proceed to bed before someone shoots me for being silly enough to think I can actually blog. 😀 Enjoy your Sunday.

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      • Hahah, most non-Afrikaans speaking people get the pronunciation wrong. The series have been placed on You Tube and we still watch it from time to time. Such a pity that they do not provide English subtitles.

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    • Thank you davidprosser 🙂
      This morning there were two crows perched on top of the mast, watching me while I walked to my car.
      Of course I called out “hey Rustle!” and one cawed back. Maybe …?

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