Crow on a warm cedar roof.
Today I was walking with my daughter, and a crow called from an overhead branch. It wasn't the usual "Caw-caw," or the odd, bell-like clucking they sometimes produce. It was a third call type (no doubt there are more), a mournful, two-syllable "ooo-WAAA." We stopped and looked up at the bird. It was alone, an adult I think. Any time I have heard this call, the caller has been a solitary bird. We waited for it to call again. It did, leaning forward and raising its wrist-joints, giving the effect of a worried shrug. We laughed, because the call sounds funny. I didn't have a camera, and in place of a picture of the caller have included the above image, a different crow, recumbent on a roof. What it was doing or why I don't know. For animals that are ubiquitous, crows remain mysterious.