Several years back i took a Wildlife Biologists into Mc Curtain Cty Ok. He was just the same as laughing at me. After some tree shaking and screams and foot steps he started crying etc.
The laughing stopped.
The night before i placed a can of Tiger Crap that was in a coffee can near a tree away from camp. About 6:00 am next morning the crows were really giving it to something. They were at the tree where i placed the crap. As soon as i steeped out of the tent the crows went south and something trying to sound like a crow(more like the sodomized donkey call) headed off to the North west and across the ridge very fast also.
Walked about 50 ft to the right front fender of my Bronco and on the ground was afresh pile of Crap. Looked human like in dimension and then running and about as much as a calf pile. Fresh and steam rising off it.