When I was in the middle of backing home, a baby crow fell off on a road, in front of me.
I was confused and able to understand what happen about it, the parents crows were kaaing at me, while a second, a car came on the road.
I tried to catch the bird to save from the car but it run to the sidewalk, I was worried about how to save it.
The kaaing were getting loud and loud, other crows came to help them.
I gave up to save the baby crow and started to walk, and then almost 10-15 crows followed me around 10 meatles.
I felt a little bit shame about crows followed me, felt like I became a witch or a pied piper.