I had an honest-to-gosh conversation with a crow one morning on the way to work.
There's this 600 meter stretch of fence between the next big intersection and my office that overlooks a huge park (which is real fun to walk past when there's nothing stopping the wind from whipping across the fields and knocking me into a snowdrift). And one day, I encountered this crow sitting on the fence about, oh, I'd say 200 meters away from my office, cawing into the open air. So, me being the nature druid nerd I am, I cawed back, as there was no one else around to witness the weird foreigner talking to a bird. And I swear, the crow actually jumped a little bit and stared at me with the most puzzlement I have ever seen on a bird's face before, and it let out another inquisitive caw. I cawed back as I walked past it. When I started to get further away, it flew and landed on a stretch of fence in front of me and cawed again, and I cawed back. This went on until I reached the entrance of the building, where it watched me go inside as I waved and made "caw caw!" with the same inflection as you might say "bye bye!"
(I'm not good at drawing birds... I'll get better, though. Since I can't seem to stop talking to crows, which will lead to more stories I need to draw.)
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