Amanda and I saw the most beautiful crow ever last Saturday morning when I picked her up from UW Med after her night on call. It was very large, healthy, with absolutely perfect lustrous purple-black features. Nothing was out of place. I should have taken a picture of it, but I was stuck dumb by its corvine radiance.
There were a few other crows looking balefully at it from a distance. I sensed a lot of crow jealousy in the air.
The crow was banded, so perhaps it was a genetically created frankencrow that was released into an unsuspecting world. I prefer to think that I was merely graced by one of those special moments in life.