harm. They can even teach their children to maintain the grudge, the corvid equivalent of the Hatfields and McCoys. When a crow dies, other crows gather around its body. To mourn? To bid their friend farewell? We don’t know, but they are our nearest avian kin, living together in families, creating tools, and solving problems—even, in a way, making art out of found objects. They stalk along the ground as though they own the place, like certain people I know.
