Barry had noticed the crow, for as long as he could remember.
It was always around the house. Either hopping awkwardly across the lawn, or clutching somewhere on the guttering.
In the middle of the night he could hear it clambering over the roof.
It was however, extremely well behaved.
It must fulfil its needs elsewhere, because he had never seen traces around the house.
It didn’t seem to have any friends either. It was always solitary, and all the other birds went about their days unhindered.
When he had friends around to play, it appeared to come closer and seemed more attentive, almost as if it was listening to him.
Today he had just stepped out to play ball in the yard but after ten minutes or so, it had started to rain heavily.
He picked up the ball and waving whimsically at the crow, with a big smile, he turned to go back inside.
As he closed the patio doors behind him, the crows caws suddenly became distinctly humanoid.
“OK cat03, Barry has just reentered the building.”
“Roger that Crow02, I’ll take it from here. Dog01 stand by upstairs.”
Barry’s 24 hour surveillance continued unhindered. (199 words)
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