@benroyce@mastodon.social I took the acorn, sprouted it in a pot, got it going into a little sapling, gave it away to someone with room for an oak tree. Maybe they grew it. Or not. Anyway, a bit later, I was doing my crows-get-cashews thing, and the same crow flew up to a branch, looked at me, then dropped something for me. I ran over to see what it was. Another magical gift? No. It was just crow poop.