Watch the birdie

Sheryl the crow, nesting in glory outside the
Guardian office. Photograph: Mark ApplinWanna see some pictures of Sheryl? In bed. I'm looking at at her right now, through the window, writes Sam Wollaston. She doesn't know I'm watching her. It feels a bit wrong. But not that wrong, because Sheryl is a crow. Sheryl Crow, do you see? Well, we're pretty sure she's a crow. Please advise if you know otherwise, and then we'll have to change her name, by deed poll (God, what do we call her if she turns out to be a rook, or a jackdaw? A raven would be easy - Charlotte obviously). Her husband's over there on the TV aerial, watching out for her. Russell, he's called. He's lovely - sometimes he comes over and vomits into her mouth - regurgitated worms, insects, carrion. Carry On Vomiting, staring Russell Crow ...