The Crow and the Crew Socks

The truth is out: I'm a trashy person who throws socks over the fence rather than clipping each one to the clothesline to dry. But this is about the crow on the gate standing on one of the socks. I was headed out to bring in the clothes when I spotted her and heard all the ruckus from three other crows. Were they taunting her? me? were they teaching her to fly? was she injured? I don't know, but she wouldn't move. I was set to get a pic of her flying away (hopefully without a sock), but she wouldn't budge, so I walked right by her to get the clothes. I could easily have picked her up or at least touched her, but why. So I walked back past her to sit on the back step and watch what happened next. It took forever, but she finally flew 15 feet to a pile of firewood, then stayed there. I don't know how she flew away, but she finally did, so that's it folks.