Long story short, when I was kid we for some reason hand reared a jackdaw. So he was like eat from you mouth friendly, and would come to me if I called him from a tree . I was about 12.

My mom made me release him cos she thought he might peck my eye out. So we did. He went to live in tree across the street.

When I was out riding my bike, he would come down and land on my head and we would ride about for a bit.