Thieving Crows!

I've never really liked crows much. Those big, heavy black birds, with their long wicked looking beaks. As of Tuesday, I like them even less.

This year, on the first Tuesday in November, the ACT held its first "Family and Community Day" public holiday (conveniently synced with the Melbourne Cup).

As Lachlan and I don't follow horse racing, AND don't have a television, this was simply a day together.

One of our friends had the bright idea to call a picnic in Commonwealth Park. We decided to brave the cold and blustery weather, mainly to see how different the place looked post-Floriade.

Dodging the bobcat that was preparing for turf laying, we found the picnic spot. There was only us, and Nathan, who had called the picnic. We had a nice lunch, and then decided that it was a perfect opportunity for a games of Boules. So, out came the carry bag, it was zipped open, and we each chose our markings. I went with the single lines, Lachlan chose wide double lines, and Nathan the narrow double. We tossed the little wooden jack and began the fun.

After several games, we grew rather silly - throwing all at once etc. I decided that we should wrap up. "Last game" I called. I tossed the jack and instantly, one of the large crows that had been hanging around swooped down and flew off with the jack!

I followed it and saw it land and start wildly pecking at the small wooden sphere. Another crow joined it, and it was momentarily distracted by its competition. I shouted, hoping to scare them both off and reclaim the jack. Alas, I managed to scare them both, but the evil bird took my jack with it!!!

It flew out of sight, the little jack in its beak. Nathan and Lachlan thought we should walk around and look for it, but after a circular walk around the park, we returned to pack up our picnic.

I thought how clever it would be for thieves to train crows to steal something small and insignificant (but frustrating) to get people away from their valuables and make off with them. The most valuable thing we had however was our picnic bag. Maybe the sight of Nathan's beetroot and cashew dip scared them off...

Thieves and the AFP

I went to the gym this afternoon.

When I got there, I secured my new, present-from-Lachlan, shiny black bicycle to a 10 foot yellow post with my bike chain and then went into the gym.

45 minutes later I came back out on the street to discover that my bike was gone. They had even taken the bike chain.

The shop opposite the 10 foot post was a glass fronted cafe with three staff and no customers. Hopefully I strode inside. I explained the mysterious disappearance and asked if they had seen anything. They hadn't seen a single thing, and suggested that I file a police report.

So away to the police station I walked, helmet under my arm.

The middle-aged lady at the counter of the Federal Police Station was very nice, took all my details and promised that they would start working on it tonight.

I'm not very hopeful, or happy. Someone in Canberra is probably having a good night thought, they've just scored themselves a $700 bike...