One of the most reckless things I've ever accomplished was mobbing crows. I was once mobbed by crows myself flying in broad daylight over the Forest Kingdom of Ambala, on my way back to the great tree, after receiving some news from a slipgizzle. Out of nowhere, a good number of crows started to swarm me. There wasn't even a warning call. A bunch of them just showed up and attacked me. Lucky for me, these birds thought they were tough enough to take on one owl by themselves and didn't bother to call for more of their friends. I had managed to kill most of them, and the rest just flew off. After my mobbing, I went throughout Ambala looking for owls that were willing to do something dangerous, yet worthwhile. I had managed to get so many owls to help me with this task that I lost count. Once I gathered them all in one place, I explained to them what we were about to do. First, we were going to send out a team of decoy owls that were to be mobbed by the crows. They weren't actually going to be mobbed; they were just going to be used to summon more crows. Once the crows arrived, all of the other owls, led by myself would mob the crows. We weren't going to kill them, just swarm them. But if some died in the process, then it wasn't too bad of a problem. The plan went as so. The crows that survived attacking me were among this new group of crows. They remembered how ferocious I had been when they attacked me, and I made sure they knew I was behind this. They had apparently told every crow they knew because I've heard stories everywhere from all kinds of birds about how they shouldn't piss off the Spotted Eagle Owl with streaks of orange and red in their feathers, because they won't like what happens to them. Those crows obviously didn't like the taste of their own medicine.