Crows fly above.

The two legged ones are confused... and deeply annoyed!

Clothed creatures believe these feathered ‘animals’ have it rough. “Surely,” they say, “They must always be on guard to make sure vicious hawks and bad tempered owls don’t attack”. Still, when the two legged ones hear the creaking caws, they find themselves pacing. For just underneath their baseball caps, they know the cackles are aimed at them.

You see, crows cackle when they see wheeled, shiny metal thing-a-ma-jings that wouldn’t stop if a two legged one walked out in front of it.

As crows land on nearby telephone poles you should hear them laugh…

“Time for target practice,” they burble and snicker.