Catch the movement of a bird in a woodland canopy, a fallow field or at the summer feeder and chances are good that its identity can be told by the presence of yellow in its dress — either ov… ...

Grandma called it a rain crow because to her, at least, its monotonous, guttural monotone "cloke-cloke-cloke-cloke" meant approaching rain. I thought of her on a recent morning as the yellow ...