Jim grew up with pet crows. They were not technically his pets, rather than his family. He would often kill off his neighbor's cats (she had too many for her own good anyway) and then leave the carcass where he knew the crows would find it. This also helped with disposing of evidence.
There was even one instance where Jim was being harassed by some kids, and several crows swooped in to the rescue, screeching and screaming as they swarmed over the other children.
Unfortunately this resulted in the town becoming concerned for the safety of their children, and encouraged hunters to shoot at the birds, offering 40 quid for ever dead crow.
The ones that were not killed, fled from the town.
Slowly, Jim lost his family.
