That said, my initial purpose seems to have taken a backseat to whatever space grok wants, but I suppose if an alien lifeform stored itself in my frontal lobe I'd be very cooperative if the end goal was to get it out of there, so...
Last year I bought a bird feeder and filled it with birdfeed, and a couple of days later it was just gone. Like, the whole bird feeder was gone, I could not find it, and with no evidence I blame the crows. I can't prove it, but they took that shit HOME. They're huge. The magpies just ate out of it.
Just for the record I'm team magpie. They're chill. The crows seemingly had beef with them at some point years ago, but they just bred and now there's 5 of them. Still only 2 crows who do NOT fuck with them anymore. (bullies)
The pigeons are... new. Court's out on how they'll fit in the heirarchy.
