might be listening in.
While looking out my window five crows landed in my yard. One of them was working hard foraging for insects and was apparently the Davy Crocket of that group of birds. The others weren't working for their grub, but were following that one crow around and each would take turns trying to take half of what ole Davy found and scratched up. That went on for several minutes and then I heard a crow calling.... CA-CA-CA..., I never saw that particular crow as he was playing sentry in a tree. The ground crows instantly flew off. I then looked around and a cat was approaching.
Anyhow, I was thinking damn, I'm glad crows can't vote come November.