Great stuff, Mr.T, as always!
I have a special place in my dark heart for these black birds, and the ones who live near me are LARGER and GLOSSIER than those who eke out a living two miles away.
Crows have a demonstrated ability to recognize individual humans, and they are very social birds, so they talk amongst themselves about who is friend or foe. If a person tries to harm a crow, he WILL BE remembered. By the crows.
They are carnivoires. They will go nuts over a can of dog or cat food that has been lovingly opened and attractively plated for them. Utensils will be unnecessary.
They really enjoy the effort they must expend to open an in-the-shell peanut. Peanuts are good protein, too. Thank you forever, George Washington Carver!
From time to time I will get some liver, cut it into chunks they can handle, and offer it to them RAW as "roadless kill carrion." They don't complain.
Lenore's circumstances trouble me. Probably she fell victim to a mousetrap or snare, and I fear her prospects are grim. The blind eye of Jehovah cares not a whit for the birds of the field. They are on their own, as we are.
In Washington State it is illegal to keep a crow as a pet, so when I hear crows in my neighborhood making unusual sounds - one says "Hello" in a voice like an old lady in heaven and another perfectly replicates the sound of a Coo Coo Clock, I am mystified about how this came to be. Other neighbors are equally mystified. It is a wonderful sacred secret that only the crows know in full.
Quote the raven, "Evermore!"