Oh yes, crows are very clever little sob's.
When my dad was really young, he took a young crow from its nest and kept it in my grandparent's garage. My grandmother used to tell me how, her words, 'that damn little bastard', would always fly out of its nest and wait on a shelf near the garage door when my granddad would leave for work, and fly out when the door opened. It would disappear all day, never coming back. But roughly around dusk, pretty much the routine time my granddad would get home, she would see the crow appear and wait on the garage roof until granddad opened the door.
Almost always, it had some kind of shiny thing it brought back. She told me the last straw for her was when it appeared one evening with a rather expensive looking watch in its beak. She said that about a half hour after the crow took the watch into its nest, a guy came knocking on the door, asking if she had seen a big black bird flying around. Next day, she blindfolded it and drove about twenty minutes from the house, and just threw it in the woods. My grandmother told me she was very mad when the crow showed up that evening at roughly the same time.
She tried several times more to get ride of the crow in the same way. Every day it kept coming back. So I asked her how she finally got ride of it, her reply was "I finally drove that little bastard so far away it had no damn idea where the hell it was to find its way back."
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