Actually, they're Jungle Gym Crows.
Fig cannot resist anything that offers a perching opportunity. She now flies all the way home on her own on our way home from walks by "flying," skipping, and hopping from perching spot to perching spot, if I let her. I used to be able to walk around with her on my arm, but now I carry her like a baby upside down, which she likes thankfully, and will endure for 30minutes or more without complaint. Otherwise she's playing too much where cars and bicycles roam wildly. 
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