Well, well, well. I have been saving suet since last winter. I threw out some chicken fat from yesterday's roast. Blackie the crow (some know he has a lame mate that can't fly south) wouldn't touch it but the Blues Jays had at it. I threw out some beef fat and Blackie went nuts... he's sitting on the wire outside my office and he keeps flying back and forth, perhaps to get my attention. Of course, he knows better than to caw or get to close to my window.

Also, if he caws, the gulls come... hundreds of them that stay on the roof of a nearby strip mall.