I made a crow box recently. Laser cut birch plywood, wood stained, added magnets for the lid. It's a good place to put the stones that the crows near my house have been bringing me.
"Sorry, guys, but I gotta bail."
I've made the comment that I feel like a Disney princess with the crows because they'll fly up to me a lot, sometimes past my head to get my attention or they'll squawk from a tree as a I pass by. The other day one of them landed on my car at work when I first got there because I wanted to adjust my parking but he thought I was leaving without feeding him. They'll hang out on branches outside my office window and hope I notice them and feed them.
A beakful of treats apparently
This is a behavior I've seen a lot before. It's when one of the crows flies up to me, knowing that I will be tossing out some treats to him. I assume it's a territorial warning, saying basically, "this upcoming bunch of treats is mine!" It's usually the same ones that chase off others who are coming up to get some treats too.
There are quite a few crows on the streets of Portland.
She got the name Omelas from reading a road sign for Salem, Oregon backwards.
The Doctor Who episode The Beast Below presents a similar dilemma, except with the option for amnesia.
Sometimes, but those take up more space. I usually carry a pouch of cat treats in a pocket. They still follow you if you run out too fast and they make you feel guilty with those expectant stares.
Peanuts in the shell is a common option. They also like cat treats.
The history they taught you in school was wrong. The wall was built to keep out the chicken.