My buddy had a crow roommate in the late ‘70s. It was not tame, not a pet. We called him “Joe Crow” of course. It just lived in a tree next to his house. He left the windows open in nice weather, which was most of the year here in AZ, and the crow would come and go as he pleased, even when my buddy was not there. He would take shiny objects, coins, silverware, keys, etc and take them up to his nest in the tree up about 50 feet. Sometimes my buddy would have to climb the tree up to his nest to get his stuff.
Joe Crow was not exactly unfriendly and was not afraid of us. He didn’t really care if you walked up close to him, he’d just slowly hop away. He would look at you with a side eye as he was picking the ground for bugs.
I never saw him with other crows, at least around my buddy’s house. Joe Crow knew what was happening around him. I forget what happened to him. My buddy and I were getting stoned most of the time then.
Jim Crow was a major racist.