Crowbars

Dark, dingy places. Frequented by suspicious characters with beady eyes, dressed in black to blend in with their surroundings, always aloof. Patrons have been known to queue for hours in menacing groups, standing around idly while eyeing off unsuspecting passers-by going about their daily business. Others have been spotted tapping on the glass doors before opening time, becoming somewhat agitated and drawing attention to themselves as they demand to be let in. For some reason, crows have not availed themselves of the knowledge of the opening hours of their favourite drinking holes, so waste many hours out in the elements huddled together, sometimes in extremely inclement weather. From their vantage points they can survey the neighbourhood, stalk pedestrians if they’re so inclined, cause a bit of trouble while they wait out the boredom, and finally swoop in at just the right moment for happy hour.