I spoke with the crows before leaving for Los Angeles. They were the resident storytellers whose strident and insistent voices added the… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
“Win or lose, the crows always laughed--the hard, old jaded laughter that came of looking at the world with a black and… — Ken Kesey Copy Share Image
And although I have seen nothing but black crows in my life, it doesn't mean that there's no such thing as a… — Jostein Gaarder Copy Share Image
“Nothing was stranger to Crows than this: how People thought that only by their own actions would the seasons be made to… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
“There were 400 dead crows that had been sitting in DEC’s refrigerators in Albany since June,” she recalled with no small measure… — Linda Marsa Copy Share Image
“It was the time of year when migrating crows wheeled across the sky, thunderous flocks that moved like a single veil, and… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
The gay bunting erects his white crest, and gives utterance to the joy he feels in the presence of his brooding mate;… — John James Audubon Copy Share Image
