I like crows sometimes, watching them (rooks and jackdaws actually) playing on the wind off the Salisbury Crags above Edinburgh gave me many hours of pleasure.  And I was glad when they returned here after being nearly wiped out by West Nile Virus.

The operative term there is ‘was’.  I could do without the daily conversation that occurs each nice morning as the sun begins to rise.  They talk for hours.  And for whatever reason they don’t do it while in one place.  The preferred method is one group in the big tulip tree, one in the hemlock, and one in the ashes by the barn.  It is nicely amplified by the corner of the house….where my room is.  On the other hand, they are effective at cleaning up the bugs in the barnyard and the lawn, and they don’t seem interested in the garden.