As a kid I observed the crows back home. I had one that woke me up most summer mornings by cawing right outside my window.
You could approach their tree, yell, scream, wave your arms, almost anything and get little or no response. Bend down and they would scatter.
They had learned that the act of bending over preceded an object being hurled at them.
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In the month of July of the year 1348, between the feasts of St. Benedict and of St. Swithin,
a strange thing came upon England...
My U297 build thread
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