Crows are a constant source of amazement. The last couple of years, we have watched our local population take up the practice of crushing walnuts under moving carwheels. I know this trick is performed with high levels of sophistication in many parts of the world - nevertheless, it has been fascinating to see this new behavior take hold and spread among the many, many crows in the region. It's hard not to fancy a pair of disapproving corvid eyes boring into you whenever you've let your instinct take over and have swerved.
Actually, I'm getting more and more into the habit of not swerving. For everyone else, absolutely, but not really for the crows. They have my vector to any number of decimal points, and will nonchalantly hop out of harms way at the last possible moment - often into the opposite lane, if no oncoming traffic is seen there. We never see them as roadkill. Pheasants, gulls, sparrows, what have you, but never the crows.
Actually, I'm getting more and more into the habit of not swerving. For everyone else, absolutely, but not really for the crows. They have my vector to any number of decimal points, and will nonchalantly hop out of harms way at the last possible moment - often into the opposite lane, if no oncoming traffic is seen there. We never see them as roadkill. Pheasants, gulls, sparrows, what have you, but never the crows.