Look!
Look at me
This evil old crow
Sitting bold as brass in this field of gold
Here to bid you cleanse your eyes
See the reality
I am no dastardly fiend
I am your friend

It’s true, the crow is a scavenger, picking over corpses. Not nice to our C21st refined sensibilities. But what’s nastier is to come upon the rotting fly and maggot infested remains of a deceased mouse while out for a Sunday stroll. That offends our sensibilities even more. I hear you go, ‘Err!’ and ‘Ew!’ So treat more kindly with the crow.