I knew a gardener who carefully hand-picked slugs, snails, bugs and caterpillars then dumped them over the back fence into a stony field where the local crows would feast on them. They started waiting for her handout every morning and evening. One crow perched on the fence watching for her to show up with her coffee can of goodies and then hollered for the rest of the flock.
I knew a gardener who carefully hand-picked slugs, snails, bugs and caterpillars then dumped them over the back fence into a stony field where the local crows would feast on them. They started waiting for her handout every morning and evening. One crow perched on the fence watching for her to show up with her coffee can of goodies and then hollered for the rest of the flock.