Where else does he go?
I suspect he visits the back of the bakery across the road.
He’s been here a few times, bringing a piece of bread with him. Sometimes the piece of bread is too big for him to manage. He’s smart. He perches on the edge of the birdbath in our courtyard and drops the bread into the water, making the wet bread easy for him to eat.
Yesterday the lump of bread was bigger than usual. It looked like the bottom half of a bread roll.
At the birdbath, the handsome crow dropped his meal into the water. He grabbed small wet pieces hungrily into his beak but I could see he was never going to eat the whole thing.
I made a note to myself to remove what was left after the crow flew off, but I forgot to do so.
It wasn’t until the next day that I went to remove the soggy bread. There was no identifiable bread in the water; no sign of anything bread-like. What had been a piece of bread roll had completely dissolved, turning the water into murky, milky, unpleasant gunk.
Perhaps any bread left in water for 24 hours would end up like this but it did make me wonder what the modern bread recipe consists of.