[Blackirish]

Ha we had a pet crow as kids same thing. Show up at window cawing for food at the crack of dawn....steal shiny objects car keys.....we’d ride our bikes down a hill and you’d hear a flap flap and he’d land on your head. His name was Malcom. A local farmer who didn’t like us shot him. So we shot his dog. True story.

[Ditter]

Oh yes, I forgot about Roscoe stealing shiny objects. The neighbors would sit out in their yard and drink ice tea, Roscoe would steal their iced tea spoons. Years later his hidey hole was found up on a neighbors roof. He was fun!