... om’nous crows with various noise,
Affright the farmers; and fill all the plain,
Now calling for rough winds and now for rain.[[4]]
[4]. Creeche’s translation.
The crow’s raucous voice also figures in Aratus’s Prognostics of a Storm:
The aged crow on sable pinions borne,
Upon the beetling promontory stands,
And tells the advancing storm to trembling lands;
Or dips and dives within the river’s tide,
Or, croaking hoarse, wheels round in circles dark and wide.[[5]]