There were about 5 crows at this site near the Old Field. The one on the right was breaking off pieces of ice and eating them like a popsicle. He would tap and tap at the branch until some ice loosened and then grab it in his bill, manipulate it until it was positioned just right and swallow. Seemed to be enjoying himself. This one also had a great big gob of whitewash over his eye! One of the perils of roosting with hundreds of your kin!