Recently an uncle of my mother came to our house .He is a retired colonel and a kind of nature plaintiff .I started talking to him about birds and he told me an interesting story. His garden has a green field with a tall tree on one side. In the shade of these trees neither grass grows nor flowers. That’s why he decided they would cut them. Little did anyone know that a pair of crows had built their nest on a tree. When the twigs fell to the ground, the wreath and the egg fell to pieces. The crow and the crow, not satisfied with making themselves a hobby of loss, declared revenge. Then for several weeks when anyone appeared around the garden, crows attacked them with their beaks and claws. It flew like a small fighter jet and sometimes bleed,