We see the crows at the curb across the street from our house. I've been trying to make friends with the crows, making a clicking sound and tossing out raw peanuts in the shell. So, the crows interest me.
(One of the neighbors mentioned wondering where all the peanut shells were coming from...)
We're trying to make out what they have. Some sort of bread? Nah, a paper wrapper? Really can't tell from that distance.
The closer we get the more obvious it is.
Not a good thing. Not bad, but not good.
"Brian, you have to get it, you have to take it away from them!"
It was a Styrofoam bowl. We use these to feed the cats at night. They last a couple of weeks, wiping them out with a paper towel before using, then we replace them. Well, the other night, the cats didn't eat their food (the night after the possums were in the office). There was a lot of food left the next morning and I told Brian to just put it out front for the birds. I thought he'd just toss it out, but he put it out in one of the bowls. And this morning, the bowl was in the possession of the crows. At one point, the crow dropped the bowl and Brian started over to get it and another crow picked it up and flew off with it.
Last time I saw it was on somebody's roof.
Leftovers will now be put out in a heavy, pottery type bowl.