He had a pet crow. She lived a long time, and they loved each other. She didn’t live in a cage; she could fly in all four directions, but she always returned home.
She often brought something shiny into the house—a coin, a piece of glass, a bit of foil… He decided to teach the crow to bring only valuable items and encouraged her with special treats.
The crow learned and now carried all sorts of scrap metal, as it could tell the difference between a candy wrapper and a coin, but not between a coin and a bottle cap.
Crows have a very developed instinct for imitation. One day, two crows flew into his house, each holding a nail in their beaks.
He was surprised but treated the crows to some cheese. Several years passed. Now a flock of crows constantly lives in his yard, and he makes a living by recycling non-ferrous metals and scrap metal. He collects a couple of tons each week. Not to mention the coins and jewelry. There’s enough cheese for the crows, and he has saved up for a new apartment for himself.
He just doesn’t want to move. Where would he go without the crows now? And who tamed whom?