QUOTE : One day he disappears. I hope he has joined a murder – the collective noun for crows – and not become a meal for a predator. I never really find out, but either way it’s a murder. One thing I do know: one of the greatest privileges in my life has been my bond with Crow Crow. I would so like Crow Crow to come back to bite the hand that fed it, and eat the grain in the wheatfield. I think every crow I see is Crow Crow. Of course, in a sense every crow is.