The impudent crow with full throat invites the rain, and solitary stalks by herself on the dry sand. Davidsons Virgil.(Buckley) Georgics, Book I. p. 45.
If the old shower-foretelling crow Croak not her boding note in vain, To-morrows eastern storm shall strow The woods with leaves, with weeds the main. Francis Horace.Book III. Ode XVII. Line 9.