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<P>Jays, Schmays.</P>
<P>For Avian viciousness, nothing matches the crow. Back in the summer of '95, I was idly drinking a beer on my porch in Boise when I realized that the two crows cawing loudly in the street were destroying my Perfect Moment. I flicked my bottle cap towards them. It didn't hit them, just skittered nearby.</P>
<P>The next Saturday I was walking to the Albertsons (the FIRST Albertsons, thank you) when there was a loud sound above me and something hit my baseballl cap. I looked up to see a crow flying up into a tree in front of me. A lesser man (Carl, perhaps?) would have been scared, but I was merely slightly startled, and kept walking, watching the vile creature carefully, when its partner attacked me; I never saw it coming. The two switched off the whole way to the store. If I didn't really need my chocolate donuts and Idaho Statesman, I'd have fled for my house.</P>
<P>I took the long way home, going several blocks out of my way.</P>
<P>Sunil<BR><BR></P></DIV>
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