Yesterday's meeting with the winged darlings was a bit of a surprise. Because when jackdaws, tits, or recently sparrows usually dominate, crows have taken action.

These honest crows, landing like an Antonov plane among other small planes, are, contrary to appearances, very skittish. Despite their size and powerful beak, they very often give way to the battlefield even to tits.

Every fast, sudden or slow, but suspicious movement is instantly detected by these birds and ends with an energetic, panicky escape to a safe distance.

It doesn't take long, because after a moment they are heading back to me. They usually do it with a funny, clumsy step, swinging from side to side like ducks.

Of course, their favorite food is peanuts, in any form, and preferably already shelled. But I don't try not to give them food in this form. They get peanuts in the shell and let them work.

As with peanuts, it is not a big problem to get inside, so with walnuts there is a problem, and a big one at that.

Smaller birds do not even bother with the subject, and even larger jackdaws refrain from trying to crack it. Crows, on the other hand, fight, and they know perfectly well how.

And they crack the nuts in the following way. They take a walnut in their beak, float a dozen or so meters and drop it on a hard surface, such as concrete or asphalt, of which there is no shortage in the park. The effect is guaranteed, and usually the nut cracks into several pieces the first time.