On the way to the park we passed a beach. From far away I watched a crow trying to break open a clam. He would grab it in his beak ,fly up about 20 feet, then drop it on the rocks. No luck. I saw the crow repeat this several times. As I got closer I heard the clam hit a rock, and knew that it didn’t sound right. When I got close enough I saw that the crow was trying to break open a golf ball. 🙂 No luck there.
Insult to injury: another crow swooped in and drove away the first crow.