One cheeky crow

We met in Marchmont.

First, he almost landed on my head.

He twitched his shiny tail at me and shrugged his big wings and marched away to check the bins.

Then, when I sat on a bench, he flew over me to sit on a window ledge and casually pluck on the cable coming out of the flat. Disappointingly, the cable was too thick.

So he flew up to sit on the lamp, loudly announced his displeasure and sulked for five minutes.

Then he flew back down, narrowly missing two or three people and marched down the street, talking loudly to himself. People were kind of getting out of his way...