I once had a pet crow. The crow was a baby that had been injured and was doomed for death by cat. I rescued it and it became my friend. It would sit inside on my shoulder and look out at the other crows. After it was healthy I let it go. It hung around our house with the other crows and would come down to see us every once in a while. He is gone now, but it was fun to have a crow land on your shoulder for treats while eating dinner outside. Poor Gooey... I agree that there are much better ways for the officers to spend their time.