A crow just came down and landed on my balcony, caw cawing at me while I was enjoying my afternoon coffee. “Caw Caw! It screamed at me. “It was an inside job!” “Caw Caw!” It sat there on the railing, cocking his head, and just staring at me. Suddenly, and with a final screeching of “ They will try again faggot!”, it abruptly flew away. Strange times these.