The crows have recruited a 3rd member for their small, but growing, army. I have therefore recruited my 4yo son as the 3rd human member.
Today was a standoff. The crows watched from the trees. My son and I watched from our lawn chair posts on the deck. I was armed with a beer and the water hose. My son was armed with a fly swatter, which he was referring to as a sabre tooth tiger whacker.
So far, it’s a draw.
Over and out.