After looking at a book purporting to teach me how to understand the cries of crows, I went out to the swamp behind the library I work at. I took some pictures of lichens and briefly aimed my camera at a cardinal who was already too far away and was having none of it.
As I wandered back towards the building a crow came by. He made several loud cries. I had no idea what he was saying.
"This is America! If you want me to understand what you're saying learn English!" I cried.
Oh he knew English. I saw it in his eyes. He was just taunting me.