My mother has a crow (it's lame and very slightly tame). It's the only crow in a huge murder that isn't afraid of her, and the other crows are in absolute awe of it. It's like they don't know how to completely trust a human like it does. The special crow is like a human whisperer.

The fact is, she would feed any of them, but only crow taps on the window, and goes from one window to the next as my mother moves through the kitchen. The others only get the leftovers, but they line up on the fence.