Marveling at the frosty evening through the window of our cozy living room I belatedly noticed our next-tree neighbors, a pair of oversized crows. At first sight they appeared still, etched against the purple sky, just like their leafless home. In fact, one of them hops from branch to branch as often as the other fans its tail feathers and nods seriously. From time to time they crow with vigor. That is how they keep warm, I guess. Since I first noticed them, I kept returning to the window. It is getting dark, except for the lights flooding the flint-stone façade of St. James’s, and I will soon be unable to continue checking on our neighbors.