"I should shoot a crow. But what if I gut-shoot him and he has pain like I had? Go in peace brother, we've fought too long. Eat grasshoppers. Crap on my lawn. Wake me up early in the morning."
This man and crows have a stormy relationship let me tell you. He once interrupted a story I was telling (while standing in the doorway after driving five hours to visit him) to grab a gun and shoot a crow out of the front door -- that sits in city limits.
One time he was visiting me in my high-rise downtown Minneapolis apartment the year we had a HUGE crow infestation (seriously, The Birds-esque). He saw them off my balcony and went running down the hallway to 'go get his gun' and I had to explain that kind of thing was
Come to think of it, when I was a kid, he always told me that I was "pooped by a crow, and hatched by the sun". In other words, I think he may have killed my real parents.