I have learned to pay attention to the crows when I take my walks in the park. If they are squawking and wheeling and dive bombing, then some sort of interesting critter is present. Sometimes it is Wile E Coyote, looking rather miffed that his stealthy cover has been blown buy the annoyingly loud birds.
Toady it was a snowy egret, sitting in the top of a tree! I didn't know they could sit in tress...don't know why it never occurred to me ,but it didn't.
Here it is with one of its exuberant heralds...
Across the park, a second group of crows was diving at an oak tree, such behavior I have learned means raptor...usually a hawk, and it was...
Ah, the paparazzi
These crows are driving me nuts, would you leave already so I can fly???
and that is what he did when I started to walk away with the squawking crows following in his wake.