I went hunting this evening in a honey hole. I had one cross a trail in front of me as I was resting against my pack in some cozy grass...55 yards, but no shot (was bow hunting). He just came out of the bear tunnel and crossed the gravel, walked up the road at me for a few feet and continued on the trail into the trees.
Theyre still out and about...
At dusk, roosting crows were headed to their cottonwood I know of. I blew on the rabbit screamer...I had about 200 crows above me going ape, swirling all over. It was pretty cool.