When I was a child my father brought home a baby crow we named Rosco. I remember feeding it cooked oat meal with a spoon, when it was a baby. It had a cage outside but when it was grown it spent its days out in the yard and roosted in the cage at night. It started harassing school kids walking to school past our house, pecking them, it never pecked us. Dad found it a home with a friend out in the country. I remember the crow learned to say Mama. Nice memory.
Nice story.
When my cousin was growing up in California, he had a pet crow that would fly with him to school every morning then meet him after school and fly home with him (my cousin was walking)......The crow eventually found a girl friend and abandoned my cousin but every once in a while he would see it around his school