As I pass through the cemetery on my dog walk there’s a couple of crows who often hang around in a certain corner.
In an attempt to befriend them, for the past year or so I’ve been making loud sort of crow noises and leaving a dog treat or two on the top of the same gravestone in the hope of them associating the strange human skwawks with a gift. A few days ago I nearly gave up bothering as it’d never worked but didn’t want to risk it

The crows were not around as is fairly common.
I put a couple of treaty crumbs in the usual spot and when I was about 20 metres further on I checked back and there it was, a gorgeous beautiful crow

Yesterday was the same. No sign of the crows, skwawk, leave treat, skwawk, give Dolly a treat cos she’s cottoned onto it by now. Check back and there’s the splendid beastie again!

I was buzzing all the way home. I’m going to go again soon