
You take to walking across into the border to the crow-controlled part of the forest, but you see no crows. They are having a sky party a couple of miles away, and none of them are on the ground or near where you are.
Walking quickly through the empty woods, you catch a glint of some metal gleaming in a tree above. You dive for the ground, thinking it's a sniper rifle, and after cowering in the leaves for several minutes, you finally build up the nerve to look up and check. That isn't a sniper.
You climb the tree, going from branch to branch till you get near the top. A crow's nest, filled with quarters and dimes. An expensive rolex watch and some shiney bubble gum wrappers. You scoop up the watch and change, pocket it all up, and quick shimmy your way down the tree.