There was a crow that got hit by a car a few blocks from our house. It was just kind of laying on it's back on the side of the road, trying to flap, but it was cut open pretty good and wasn't going to make it. I went up and snapped it's neck, to put him out of his misery. Those fuckers are tough. It's not like breaking the neck of say, a dove or duck, that thing was still moving, quite disappointed with my decision to put him out of his misery. Finally, a tug and a jerk got him. By that time, other crows had noticed him. I put him in a bag to dispose of him properly, but kept an eye on those crows above me, too.
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