Bailey and the crow

There's a crow at the far end of the roof at the bottom of the garden in a stand-off with Bailey. He couldn't quite work out why it wasn't reacting like the pigeons do, not even when he was barking. It flew off eventually, in its own good time. This was at half eight this morning by which time I had run and just before we went for a walk. The forecast rain didn't come until about eleven and it has then been on and off since. The sky is a peachy-purple colour as I type this and I'm hoping for a bit of sunshine tomorrow.