Three crows loved to sit around in the alley behind the local butcher shop. There was a fence that surrounded the garbage cans and a few other odds and ends. These three birds would perch on the fence, or the handle of the push mower that leaned on it. They made sure to be there most days around 7 am because that was when the butcher would toss out the meat that had passed the expiration date. After all, crow diets aren't regulated in the same way ours are and they don't care if the label says the food is too old.