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.