Okay; I love birds. Crows and ravens especially. Love them. Find them alluring somehow.

However. I am not adverse to going outside at five in the morning to throw rocks at them. Once - just ONCE - I clipped one right on the wing. Loudmouth crow in the huge pines trees lining my property. Truth be told, I kind of cheated; used a slingshot and the little chunks of rubber around my dad's tools.

Shut him up, but the others were all, "Cawcawcaw, you got told, moron." =D

Death to them. AND THOSE FRACKING STARLINGS. Why at dawn, why?