But little larger than Crows, these desert nomads are singularly alike in many ways. They gather in great flocks migrating slowly south in November, returning to their arid haunts in February.
They are town scavengers, walking about main streets, paying no attention to man or vehicle, feeding along railroad tracks, close to the steel line while eating scraps thrown from diners.
McAtee writes of one farmer who considered these birds worth a dollar apiece to him because they destroyed a stinkbug which killed his alfalfa. Another man said they damaged his melons twenty-five dollars a day. Each man's view was limited by his interests and McAtee's conclusion that the proper remedy is local and temporary control might well be extended to human ethics, for individual failure to perceive the nabor's right is the source of much — very much — tribulation in this old world.
Deserts of western United States from southeastern California to western Texas.