A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

Another golden morning. Easy to keep the light out, but not the crows.

One of them noticed the raspberries and is calling to the others. That, or complaining about them; how this year's batch is nowhere near as tasty as last year's.

How is a crow constructed to make such a noise?

Nowhere, that's how.