California dreaming on a sunny morning and what did I behold?  Crows!!

I went to the car at the hotel and I heard that raspy cry.   There he was over on a building across the street.  He saw me and flew right over.   How did he know I was a crow comrade?  Or was I just having wishful thoughts that he knew me from my Seattle homey crows?

Enjoy their crowness in the trees on a Southern Californian day.