The king of crows.
They have a special flight style, I think, using all of their body to flip from gliding thermal to thermal, and to tumble off over cliffs and moors. It's not just the way that Rooks, Carrion Crows and Jackdaws fly from the wing, but the way a Raven gently twists its tail. It's... elegant, if that word doesn't seem too incongruous when applied to a beast of a bird that will take out the eyes of a new born lamb*.
To the west, showers rolled south over the carse, from the Trossachs to precipitate over the city.