Vancouver – The Crows

These strutting generals of the avian world are plentiful in Vancouver’s residential neighborhoods. And when dusk comes, you might see one of the  eeriest sights ever, as thousands upon thousands of these jet black birds fly towards their nightly rookery around Still Creek.

Vancouverites tend to have a love or hate relationship with crows. Not “love and hate”, but “love or hate”.

On the dark side, crows like eating songbird eggs for breakfast, which means fewer birdsong-filled mornings, and more squawking wake-up calls.

On the crow-lovers side of things, some locals have made entire documentaries lauding the intelligence of these birds that make and use tools and have facial recognition as a skill.

This however leads back to the dark side of crows—that being if they feel one of their brethren are threatened, for instance, by a passerby inadvertently strolling under a tree where a crow’s nest is housing some crow chicks, they’ll divebomb the person.

What exactly does this mean?

It means they fly at full-speed from behind and crash into your head, or perhaps a hairs-width from your scalp. And, remembering your face permanently, they and their family will forever see you as an enemy who deserves a good scare or an outright collision every time you pass by.

Many locals know someone who’s been on the wrong side of a crow. One local, a lifelong tennis player, found himself dealing with an onslaught of crows on his deck. So he got out his tennis racket and… well, he no longer has a crow problem. Game, set and match.

Another local, on the meeker end of the scale, has taken to carrying crackers in her pocket, hoping to appease the neighborhood crows. This, in addition to carrying an umbrella rain or shine.

Why?

Because she was divebombed and hit with such a powerful and unexpected thump, her neck went out. Not hard to see how this group of birds came to be known as a ‘murder of crows.’

You know anyone who’s had a run-in?

Vancouver – Amazing Laughter on English Bay

The fourteen hulking bronze statues that comprise “A-maze-ing Laughter” were making a world tour when they touched down in Vancouver at the corner of Denman and Davie. And we just loved them! But with a price tag of 1.5 million dollars, they were beyond our city’s budget. Lucky for us we have a local yoga-gear magnate by the name of Chip Wilson, one of the wealthiest men on earth and the founder of Lululemon—who rode in on a magical yoga mat with a check in hand.

What a guy!

It’s perhaps a gesture of gratitude to all us Vancouverites who live, breath, work, and of course practice yoga in his apparel. So far as I know, there’s only been one misstep in his yogic trajectory… that being the case of the overly transparent pants, which turned downward dogs everywhere into a case of “too much information.”

While this fabric oversight could have been overlooked as a simple sartorial error, his response raised the ire of many a local when he responded to this cheeky clothing item by saying “quite frankly, some women’s bodies just don’t work for it… it’s really about the rubbing through the thighs,” insinuating that women’s thighs are a little too big for his brand of yoga.

Politically charged yoga stories are not rare in this yoga-happy city, so it’s a good thing we have the A-maze-ing Laughter statues to remind us about the latest yoga craze… laughter yoga.

 

*If you want to know a little more about the artist of these statues, check out this article in the Vancouver Courier:

https://www.vancourier.com/news/meet-the-artist-behind-the-a-maze-ing-laughter-figures-1.21096941

Welcome to Vancouver!

As a local Vancouver tourguide and tour director, I hear some of the very best insider stories about Vancouver. Sometimes these stories have been retold so many times by so  many different locals, that there’s more than one version of the truth floating around.

But without question, each new glimpse into the tales behind Vancouver’s multi-faceted veneer brings an increased sense of depth and vibrancy to the city I’ve called home since I was a teen, back when Vancouver was the hippie capital of Canada, and you could pay the rent on an old Victorian home with just a few nights busking (the term ‘busking’ being a local term referring to street performing).

Having picked up a wealth of fascinating insider info, as both a local Vancouverite and a tourguide, it seems only fair to share it all, so you too can get to know Vancouver better and to see what makes it one of the world’s “most livable cities.”