This is our pet crow, Maynard, whom Lacey found as a stranded baby in the T.C.C. parking lot near the end of June- a week before she left for France for the summer.  So we were stuck with him.  Maynard thinks he's human (he wanders into the house like he owns the place when the deck doors are open and insists on being in the company of at least one other person at all times, otherwise he gets obnoxious).  He's not a baby anymore, even though his "voice" still hasn't changed to a full adult squck yet, and he still needs to be hand-fed (which is about once an hour we'll know he's hungry because we'll look out the window and see his skrawny bird body smashed up against the nearest window, his head flung back, mouth wide open, and pathetic little wings half-extended, furiously flapping to get our attention.   He cracks me and my mom up, and while my dad angrily hoses poop off the deck 5 times a day while audibly whining "stupid flying rat" under his breath, I think that he loves Maynard just as much as we do.

Maynard The Crow