Yeah, nice one! After the swoop down from the tree, it would peck my head with its beak and scratch with its talons so hard, my scalp would bleed. So I carried

Yeah, nice one! After the swoop down from the tree, it would peck my head with its beak and scratch with its talons so hard, my scalp would bleed. So I carried an umbrella every single time i went outside...at the height of summer. I looked like an idiot walking around with an umbrella in broad day light with no rain. Oh well. Never mess with the crow. To be fair I did absolutely nothing wrong to the crow. So I don’t know why he held such grudge against me. My mom once said that maybe the crow hatched its young and was only trying to protect it. Oh well. Lesson learned albeit a painful one.