I've been taking a long slow read of Charles Dickens's big fat historical fiction, Barnaby Rudge. The tale was published serially in 1841 and it's about the London Riots of 1780. The title character's familiar is a raven named Grip. Dickens himself had a pet raven named Grip that was stuffed and mounted (Atlas Obscura) and can be seen today in the Free Library of Philadelphia Rare Book Department.
Here's a bit about the bird from the book:
Grip was by no means an idle or unprofitable member of the humble household. Partly by dint of Barnaby's tuition, and partly by pursuing a species of self-instruction common to his tribe, and exerting his powers of observation to the utmost, he had acquired a degree of sagacity which rendered him famous for miles round. His conversational powers and surprising performances were the universal theme: and as many persons came to see the wonderful raven, and none left his exertions unrewarded - when he condescended to exhibit, which was not always, for genius is capricious - his earnings formed an important item in the common stock. Indeed, the bird himself appeared to know his value well; for though he was perfectly free and unrestrained in the presence of Barnaby and his mother. he maintained in public an amazing gravity, and never stooped to any other gratuitous performances than biting the ankles of vagabond boys (an exercise in which he much delighted), killing a fowl or two occasionally, and swallowing the dinners of various neighbouring dogs, of whom the boldest held him in great awe and dread.