quite cold yesterday, the high inside the gh wasn't something I looked at (the 89 on the thermometer was from several days ago)

on the way up (6:30AM or so) from the gh, one of the crows was yelling at me -- I stopped to look and had trouble picking him out of the pine branches for 30 seconds or so before I looked down and realized he was right outside the back door on the ground cawing at me -- so I watched for a while and he continued to berate me -- and since I'm well trained I eventually went in and got an old piece of barbecued chicken out of the fridge and tossed it out the back door.   Even on the way in (and I only took 2 steps down to throw it) when I slammed the door I came around the corner and there were 2 crows already giving it a flyover (my door-slamming dissuaded them from landing immediately).  It only took seconds more for one to walk in from 10 feet or so away on the lawn.  The instinct to pick stuff up as if it might bite you (probably a useful habit for a crow to have) didn't serve it well at this point, as the piece of skin that was clutched in the beak soon broke free (dropping the bbqed chicken thigh only a few feet from where it was snatched).  There were quickly 3 crows around it again, with a larger one keeping (another younger one?) at bay while the first crow tried and eventually succeeded at flying it up to a branch on a walnut tree (30 feet up or so) where I presume they gathered together and snacked.