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Those who are suspicious of everyone

Trust and suspicion.

I ran into both of those within about 20 minutes last week – from crows.

I was driving down 15th Avenue early one morning, and saw a couple of crows up ahead in my lane.

I don’t know if they were talking about the Blue Jays game the night before or what, but they both seemed to look up and notice me at the same time.

The one on my right hopped to the right a couple of times, just into the bike lane, then stopped. The other crow hopped a couple of times to the left, got into the other lane, then stopped as well.

It was almost like they trusted me to stay in my lane, and knew they were safe in their new locations.

I drove by and glanced in my rear-view mirror. When I was about half a block past them, they both hopped back and appeared to resume their discussion.

Shortly after that, I pulled into a parking lot and found a spot.

As I opened my door, a crow a couple of spots over appeared to glare at me. It was working on one of those small condiments containers you get at restaurants, and apparently was concerned I might try to take it from them.

As I stepped out of the car, the crow grabbed the container in its mouth and hopped a couple of parking stalls farther away from me, not taking its eyes off me for a second.

I indicated I had no interest whatsoever in its food, but it still kept a close eye on me until I was well past it.

When I came back out a few minutes later, the crow and its container were nowhere to be seen. I don’t know if it decided to fly off with the container to a quieter spot, or whether it had finished feeding and had dropped the container into a trash bin before leaving.

If it had dropped the container in a trash bin before it left, it would have shown more intelligence than a lot of humans. Of course, there are times where that is a pretty low bar to clear.

For instance, twice this week I saw people crossing a main street, with a crosswalk less than 50 feet away. First, jaywalking is illegal. Second, you might have a hard time convincing a judge the driver was at fault for hitting someone who just suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.

The worst one I saw this week, though, was the jaywalker who was on their handheld device all the way across the street. I was somewhat surprised they didn’t stop in the middle of traffic to make a call.

Most kids learn not to play in traffic when they’re quite young, and the vast majority of them remember that lesson.

Some, apparently, do not.

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