While having my coffee on deck, a crow flew up and landed on the railing. “Caw caw!” It exclaimed, and before I could respond, it gave another loud “Caw caw!” In my direction. I lifted my cup to him to bid GM, and he returned the favor with a screeching “War is coming!” “War is coming!” It stared at me for a brief second, before for launching into flight with one last screech of “faggot!” Dark times are ahead.