This is one of many magic moments with crows. I love crows. After striking several poses, this crow gave me a look, I thanked him for his time and he flew off. I didn't know it at the time but the new town I was trying to make my home was nicknamed "the fourth corner" and I was definitely at a crossroads in my life. I don't think crows agonize over strained metaphors, but I do know that they're clever.