About 11 years ago I was sitting outside a Sports Social Club near Banstead ( work related, honest) and there was a large area of grass between the road and this car park, a ‘classic’ council type area, well established oak trees on its boundary, etc.
Now the grass had been cut, by the old sit along mower, leaving long trails of grass cuttings, and I noticed that there was a lot of magpie activity in the trees, cawing, fluttering around etc, and a then I saw a single crow, which was meandering around the car park, so as is my wont, I often throw a bit of sarnie or cake etc out for the birds, which I did to this crow- he was very quick off the mark and grabbed a couple of pieces before the magpies descended.
Now whilst the magpies pretty much gobbled down their share straight away and then scrabbled around, the crow held his bits in his beak, the magpies retreated to the trees, and only then did the crow glide over to the grass, and making a bit of a show of it, broke up the food into smaller parts and began to bury his grub in a few places, in the grass cuttings, taking his time, scuffing around, basically seeming to make a bit of a “production” of the whole process... to me making it really obvious where he’d placed his stash, which I thought would soon be nicked by the surrounding audience...
All the while he was being watched by the magpies, and he would now and again pause, have a good look at them- who were of course observing where he had buried his food; eventually as he’d taken so long to bury the last bits, the magpies lost interest and gradually departed.
The crow waited, strolled around a bit more and only then when he was satisfied they had all gone, he uncovered his food, and reburied it in entirely new places...
Now I’m no ornithologist, but that struck me as pretty smart, and it was fascinating to observe what I regarded as an almost human level of subterfuge, cunning and possible planning?