Time and again, if I raise my eyes from my notebook, I see (according to Mr Google) yellow-legged gulls, that is, huge seagulls, perched on a near house, waiting for anything edible. When they leave, pigeons may come, but they won't stay there together: pigeons learned years ago, that they should flee from gulls. At home, there are also blackbirds and a few birds whose name I don't know: They are small as sparrows but slimmer, naughtier and noisier. Collared doves also approach, but they are more cautious. When I go out, I'll see pigeons, monk parakeets (again I googled) and sparrows on the street; perhaps a magpie, and little more. But one day, I saw a crow. And when my brain got to terms with that information, I stopped and turned around. The crow was still there, pecking, surrounded by pigeons, and someone as startled as I was, took a picture. I don't know [...]