Crow named Mrs. Drysdale?

You know, I should name this bird Margaret.

Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

Not to Jed, not to nobody.

Not me.

Oh, no, no, not you.

Well, he sways not much.

I'll do my best.

Well, my birthday's tomorrow.

I have my own problems.

Drysdale... I told you not to fool with that black magic.

Cleaning up Granny's mess will be my pleasure.

My horoscope said nothing about being friendly to birds.

And I still haven't found the tall man in my horoscope.

You find my bird, and I'll find you a tall man.

I'm looking for a real good doctor for my neighbor lady here.

It always warms my heart to see a family back together again.

That's right.

That's right.

All my spell-breaking things I done mixed in, put Miss Drysdale back in her skin.