When Greg had gotten grandad's property in the will, the realtor told him about the crows. "They'll be no problem, I assure you," he'd said. "They're not vocal."
"But crows are always vocal," he'd replied.
"Not these ones," the realtor had said. "Don't bother them, and they won't bother you."
He hadn't believed, but he signed anyway.
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As large as the property was, the old mobile home that came with it was small, but that suited him fine. Like his grandad,…