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A crow-calling whistle and a small tin of peanuts.
Presumably the peanuts to lure squirrels, and the whistle to sic your black-feathered demon army on them, you sicko
I’m indifferent to squirrels... but my city has hired a falconer to scare the crows away with hawks, so now the crows symbolize the oppressed masses being persecuted by the state.
Out there is someone with a hawk-whistle and a jar of raisins. I pray that you too shall never meet.
I doubt the falconer would have any issue with me—I’m helping to keep them employed.
Look, would you stop being reasonable for a second and just fight already?
That’s what I’m secretly training the crows for.
What!? Why scare the crows away?
while Baz insists he has nothing against crows, it's the mess they leave behind that has people crying foul.
Nah, I'd feel rather blessed to trudge through crow poo on the daily in my stompers. SF is brewing something terrible. The crows will have their retribution.
Give us back our crows!