I spent a few days cleaning up the apartment that I was leaving – and once an hour or so I’d sit outside and relax, and everytime I went out I’d put a little piece of cheese on the railing for him to eat! The problem is: was I training the crow or was he training me? I’d sit out there – watch until he came and ate his little piece of cheese. Then . . . he’d come even closer to me and just STARE at me until I felt guilty and put out a second piece of cheese for him . . . and then a third.
