“You’ve already met Dacaw.” Crow gestured vaguely at Dacaw, who had been following them and complaining that they hadn’t had breakfast. “That’s Cawander.” He pointed to the crow who had scolded him. “Ecawte.” He said, pointing to another crow who was quietly observing them. “Everyone else is probably getting food or somewhere in the higher branches. Let’s see..” He started to list names. “Jacawn, Ecawte’s mate; Tulcaw, Cawander’s mate; Cawny and Cawpor, last year’s chicks; Brecaw, the weird one; the very loud Nescaw; and Pine Needles.. he’s old.” He paused, his face scrunched up in thought. “I think that’s everyone.”