Of course it's a bad idea, Lambert. You're unknowingly trapped in an urban fantasy YA novel about to rescue a crow, what else can you expect?
In retrospect, it'll no doubt be just as annoying as it is right now, but that's then, not now. Right now the bushes the bird crashed into rustle at his approach, a low, angry, drawn out caw coming from it when he gets close enough. But there's no attempt to get the hell out of dodge, just a little more rustling and a wary look from a beady black eye once Lambert is actually at the bush and looking into it. Closer inspection will make it apparent enough that one of the crow's wings is overextended and caught on the branches, so the lack of escape may be more due to inability than anything else.
While that one isn't going anywhere, the other three? That's a different story. They stop circling once they notice someone else down there and swoop low, landing on nearby perches instead: a tree, the top of a lamppost, high up places where they can watch from, eerily silent now.
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In retrospect, it'll no doubt be just as annoying as it is right now, but that's then, not now. Right now the bushes the bird crashed into rustle at his approach, a low, angry, drawn out caw coming from it when he gets close enough. But there's no attempt to get the hell out of dodge, just a little more rustling and a wary look from a beady black eye once Lambert is actually at the bush and looking into it. Closer inspection will make it apparent enough that one of the crow's wings is overextended and caught on the branches, so the lack of escape may be more due to inability than anything else.
While that one isn't going anywhere, the other three? That's a different story. They stop circling once they notice someone else down there and swoop low, landing on nearby perches instead: a tree, the top of a lamppost, high up places where they can watch from, eerily silent now.