Rainy day walks. I wear a large, dark blue/black, hooded poncho. Within a block of my house a crow caws. Few minutes pass and it is joined by others. Soon after, a murder of crows are swooping above cawing madly. The cacophony will persist unceasingly until the rain stops and I remove the poncho. Off, the crows disperse. I wonder - am I feared predator or a long lost ancestor miraculously returned after sixty million years?