They hate George Bush. They fear the next funeral he attends will be their parties.
But the scene I remember was when the kid's dad and uncle were out crow hunting and the crows wouldn't come close enough to shoot at. And then, on his own accord, the pet owl jumped up on a fence post.
From then on, the crows didn't care that they were getting blasted out of the sky as they flew in. They just wanted to get at that owl.
And today, Bush reminds me of that owl and the Dems remind me of those hateful dumbass crows.