There seem to be more crows around these days. One was hanging around the area the other day. I had my little Weber fired up, Mesquite charcoal and Alder chunks for smoke. Had a couple nice racks of pork riblets going. Yum! So, Mr. Crow is perched on the neighbor's 8ft. wood fence, about 20 ft. from the Q. I pull the top off to check the meat, I come in through the back door to get more sauce. As I come back out the door, what do I see? Mr. Crow swoops down and lands on the rim of the Weber, and tries to grab a rack, while his feet are getting very hot! He had to forget that plan fast, off he flew. To quote Bugs Bunny, "da noive of dat guy". Funny what critters will do. I dumped some whiskey on the area he beaked, and let them go another 30 minutes. They tasted even better having survived a rib napping. Don't know where Mr. Crow had dinner.