In my feature on Columbia City, I describe how a soda pop can jammed the back doors of a number 7 bus and caused a commotion. Today, I found this...

Another thing happened on my way to work: I came across a dead crow next the Northwest African American Museum. Two things. One: This was the third dead crow I've seen in two weeks—are they dropping like flies or is this a coincidence? Two: The companions of the dead crow thought I was either its killer or was going to make it my dinner and went nuts, flying at me, yelling at me. Those stupid, stupid birds. I had nothing to do with its death and nothing could ever make me eat one of their kind.