Each morning within a half hour of dawn, three or four crows fly into our yard and start hopping around in my garden.
They are eating their breakfast.
As of today, I have lost nearly all my Swiss chard and all my little lettuce plants. More than half of my spinach and some of my kohlrabi is gone.
Tomorrow morning about a half hour after dawn, I will be up.
I will be armed and dangerous.
I will be taking no prisoners.