There is a fucking sqauking crow that has literally been screeching outside my window all fucking morning. One squak every microsecond. If I had a BB gun, I would decapitate that bastard bird and have it for dinner.
—I’m up, you son of a bitch!!!
This article appears in Jun 28 – Jul 4, 2018.


Here’s a whitepaper you may be interested in which could help you communicate, instead of kill, your feather friend.
http://people.tamu.edu/~jyorzinski/yorzins…
It’s doubtlessly a fledgling crow that you hear. It was hatched this spring and by this time has grown flight feathers so it can fly but can’t feed itself yet. It follows it’s mother around begging for food all day. That’s what the constant squawking is.
I know a few human teens who are like that. It’s far more annoying hearing them squawk. I’ll take the birds any day.
Eat crow…..literally