Mr. Scare-the-Crows

It’s a game we play, me and the crows. I have my job to do and they have theirs. I can’t really complain, but I must say there was no need to drop poo on my hat. That was uncalled for!
Every morning, I’m there waiting when the sun rises, and I’m still there each evening, standing guard over the crops. I’m a patient hunter.
Occasionally, I move to a different part of the field just to keep the rooks from getting over confident. Last week, one of the cheeky buggers landed on my shoulder.
I quickly devoured the bird.