I’ve always wanted a pet crow. Not a house pet kind of deal, but gaining the trust and affection of an outside crow. I don’t know how advisable that is, though. And I don’t know how I’d go about it. Maybe giving my crow treats will win him over. He’s a smart crow. You can see the gears grinding in his head, I swear. He thinks and calculates. Crows are so cool.
I am simultaneously reminded of Hekyll and Jekyll and of this country’s political pundits:
“Ooh! Shiny!”
I’d wager that crows have more brains than our esteemed political pundits, though.
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Rossini’s opera The Thieving Magpie (which is also a corvid like a crow) is set into motion when the magpie takes a trinket for a maiden’s room and romantic entanglements ensue.
I like corvids, crows in particular.