Near Châteauneuf, France, in the early twentieth century, a young man saw a priest approaching on the opposite side of the street and started to squawk like a crow. The priest was unflustered, crossed the street, and gave the man a franc note. The young man questioned why, and the priest said when babies cry it means they are hungry and told him to buy some bread, it would taste better than eating a priest.
From Marthe Robin: The Cross and the Joy