The fact that it has knocked on the door reminded me of the Poe poem. But it makes him a crappy bird of ill omen when he doesn't run off when I open the door and he sits there looking at me making me feel guilty.
This is weirding me out. When I got home today there was crow sitting in our front garden. I think he might be injured because he isn't flying away even if you approach him.
When I was going to the shop he was still there so I threw some bread out to him. About five minutes ago he started tapping at the front door. I open the door and he just sits there looking at me.
If it is injured I suppose I could get a vet for it, do they collect injured animals? Would they even bother with an old crow?
HIDE YOUR PALLID BUST OF PALLAS! The little bastard will run off with it in second flat!
And when will he pay you?
So feed him. That could be a pretty unique pet. Just think of the microbes alone!
It was all a joke. In real life, I'm not this way. I'm some other way. I meant it to be funny to US, and it was, at least to the ME part of US. I meant it to be funny to YOU, just not THEM, see? Unless you are actually part of THEM, and if that's true, well, my apologies.
And that would be my individual apology. I would apologize for US but I'm not sure if there is an US that's larger than just ME in this regard. I'm not even so sure YOU are or are not at least partially any of THEM.
But if you are one of THEM to whom I am apologizing, I'm truly sorry.