There's a crow, sitting about 10 feet away from me, outside my window at work, who's taking a nap. He's precariously perched on a tree branch, with its head turned nearly 180 degrees, tucked carefully into this right wing. If he breaths too hard, he almost falls off the branch. I've tried jumping jacks, moving around, cawing at him - nothing wakes him up.
I guess its just evidence that everyone needs to nap every now and then.
I think I'll name him Edgar.