The crow came today with a diamond ring in his beak. Gold band, nice center stone. I accepted it and gave the crow a few kernels of yellow corn in return, which he pecked from my outstretched hand. Good thing I wear leather gloves. His beak is quite sharp, and he’s a large bird. He’s a good bird though, only brings me fine pieces, easy to fence.
“Off with you then.” I sent the crow on his way, closed the window, and turned my attention to the ring. Looks like someone would miss it unless he filched it from a corpse, which he’s done before. Might melt it down and sell the diamond separately.