I was running to my Celtic Civilization class this morning, and Velvet fluttered along behind me, cawing. Relented eventually and put out my arm for her. She hopped on, and I shoved her onto the top of my bookbag before she'd even caught her balance and kept running.
So then there's a crow on top of my bag, swaying back and forth as I jog across the HUB lawn, opening one wing (and thwacking me in the side with it) whenever she gets too off balance, glaring at me with injured dignity. Until she gets the rhythm, at which point she amuses herself by tugging at any strands of hair that flop into her reach, or pulling at the shiny silver zipper on the bag. It must have made an interesting picture, and I was having a hard time not laughing.
The best part is when I got to Thomson hall and trudged up the steps, by which time Velvet has got the bag about a third of the way unzipped, and there's a fraternity-ish student in a white baseball cap, who says to me, "Hey, did you know there's a bird on your bag?" I wish I'd managed to say "What bird?" with a straight face.