The crow in his purity I believe is seen and heard only in the North. Before you reach the Potomac there is an infusion of a weaker element, the fish-crow, whose helpless feminine call contrasts strongly with the hearty masculine caw of the original Simon. – John Burroughs, “Winter Sunshine”

God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages. – Jacques Deval, Afin de vivre bel et bien