This American crow was hooting above the din of the tundra swans at Brigantine NWR this past weekend.
Two crows were perched very close to each other, almost touching; only one of them was making the mysterious note, a sweet, full, high-pitched repeated toot.
It went on for nearly ten minutes. Finally the crows took off, one flying out of sight, the other landing at the edge of the parking lot to utter a few honest to goodness caws before joining its companion.
I couldn’t remember ever having heard that sound from a crow, though once I determined its author, it seemed obvious enough.
Never a dull day when there are corvids around.