The big black bird stood on the neighboring roof and made cooing noises till I came to the window. Then when he knew I was watching he picked up little flakes of asphalt roofing and threw them about.
[The neighboring roof is in disrepair so there are lots of loose pieces of asphalt shingle for a big black bird to throw about over there.]
The neighboring roof is where I throw things for the big black bird to eat. Things like pizza crust.
I am pretty sure this picking up pieces of asphalt shingle and throwing them about is culinary protest. This morning I did not throw pizza crust. I threw pita bread.