Counting Crows

Does anyone think that crows might be the most irritating creatures on the planet? I was sitting at my desk this afternoon, trying to get some work done and was vaguely aware that some sound in the background was slightly distracting and annoying me. Subconsciously, I was running through a list in my mind of what it could be: cell phone low battery warning (no, not frequent enough); smoke alarm (no, still conscious and no firemen have appeared on the scene); phone off the hook (close, but phone is on the hook); co-workers relaying tale of difficulty in buying shoes that will work with orthopedic inserts (no, too monotonous and not punctuated by sounds of sympathetic clucking). Then I realized it was a crow, and that for the past hour, I had been listening to a crow outside squawking over and over. Really, do they not have anything better to do? Some garbage to eat or something?