One crow sorrow,
two crows joy,
three crows a girl child,
four crows a boy.
Five crows silver,
Six crows gold,
Seven crows a secret, never to be told.
Well, okay, it's ravens, not crows. But they made a handsome and rather joyous pair in the back field in the mist. And we're happy to take Joy, in whatever form it presents itself.
Both types, crows and ravens, are impressive birds.
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