the cloth takes on a mind on its own.
We have a lot of crows here. There is a clan that's native to our parts and soon we will get winter guests from the east and north. Where I lived before I was in the attic flat of an old 5 storey building and had a good look over one of those seemingly endless building sites with huge, giant cranes. In the cold winter mornings literally hundreds of crows arrived to congregate on the cranes, have a good nice chat about their plans of the day, how night was and whatever crows are talking about and after an hour they spread over the town.
Our native crows where I live now, are mixed breeds between hooded crows and carrion crows. Usually hooded crows are not so common in my parts. They are native more to the east, around the border to Poland. But all our natives crows here have some parts of white on them. One branch of family has a white streak around the neck, another has white spots at the wings and then there are some who have nearly white bodies with black wings. They are easily distuingishable to our winter guests from scandinavia and russia. Those are just black.
Ravens, the true corvus corax, are rare here. There has to be a pair somewhere around, because in February I sometimes see them on the meadow in the forest. And hear them. With their prrruk-prrrruk and clock-clock-calls.
You see, I am fascinated by crows and ravens. I even like the magpie that's living in the tree at my house. She is sometimes a nuissance but I still like her.