Crows! Both where I grew up in New York and where I live now in Ohio are just littered with them. The crows back home loved me, and followed me around through most of high school, including one I recognized from all the others because he had a scarred wing, who followed me around for years. Never closely, but I saw him everywhere and I don't think it was coincidence.
The crows here are nice enough, but I haven't really befriended them and they haven't warmed up to me. It's probably because I'm not outside anywhere near as much as when I was growing up.
I love crows. They're perfect little buddies. Corvids are my favorite kind of bird. I think one of the first times I represented myself as an animal that wasn't just a canid, it was a crow or a blue jay. I'd say I need art of me is one, but that's playing in dangerous headmate territory as it is.
