The crow would look at the distant hummingbirds from afar, taking a much larger interest in their beauty than than his own species. The hummingbirds' beautiful.. shiny.. radiant coloured feathers, how could a crow resist something so shiny?

The big crow harpy was nothing but smitten and infatuated by them.. especially the laides. He wished to have one of his own, a little lover would be delightful for him. He could squawk just thinking of one!~

The crow's brethren would peck at him, urging him to forget about his weird fantasies about birds out of their species. He would peck back in protest, fluffing up his feathers to appear bigger and more threatening. He'd prove his brethren wrong.. he'd snatch a hummingbird wifey up if he had to.

It was then when.. he flapped his wings, taking off into the sky. Not even a minute of him being up there and a Hummingbird conviently crashed into him, sending the pair down in a spiral.