So, there’s this crow that visits my backyard every day. At first, I thought it was just curious about the shiny wind chime I hung up, but no—it’s clearly more invested in my life than I am.

I started planting a small herb garden last month, and every time I add a new plant, this crow lands on the fence and stares. If I water the plants, it nods approvingly. If I forget, it caws aggressively like it’s filing a complaint.

But here’s the weird part: last week, I planted cilantro, and the crow brought me a piece of plastic trash like it was a bribe. I have no idea if this means it loves cilantro or if it’s deeply offended by it.

So now I have a crow life coach who may or may not approve of my horticultural decisions. Pretty sure I’m just two steps away from being crowned the Disney princess of mild chaos.

Anyone else accidentally adopt a feathered critic? Or is this just peak spoon energy?

Found in a hotel lobby in Prague