So what did the old black crow say to you?
The old woman stood there, the black crow perched on her shoulder.
Even though they were ugly black crows, he'd found a kind of beauty in them.
"Old black crow," was her first comment as we settled back at the kitchen table.
They were silhouetted against the white building across the street like two huge black crows.
And I always told him that the black crows were funnier.
A huge black crow flew down from the trees and perched upon her shoulder.
It has been caused by a large black crow.
Remember: the black crows are now in my hand.
From there on, the bird is no longer beautiful and is known as the black crow.