here's my crow stories or 'crowies'. My girlfriend was driving and she saw a crow with a stick stuck in its beak the wrong way. She pulled over and the crow came up to her and let her unstick it.

The crows around my house started to become a nuisance. They'd start hooping and hollering at like 7 am so I'd go out and throw sticks at them until they left. It's true that crows remember faces because when I open the door, they book. But when she does they persist. I warn her they're smart and they don't take her seriously. She says she knows they're smart and she shouldn't be taken seriously.

One day a flock of crows I didn't know started a squakfest in the woods. I go out and watch them flush a bobcat out of their territory. Just bouncing around above it being pissy and it ran like shit. They pursued the bobcat to a certain point and then dropped off the second it passed the imaginary border.

summer break in the suburbs me and my friend would walk to the grocery store looking for free samples because they hadn't invented internet yet. There was a dead crow on the side of the road and we'd poke it with sticks grossing ourselves out. We poked it for several days because we got samples every day. This other friend who was my best friends 'other' friend came with us once and he kicked the crow into traffic and I thought it was so disrespectful.