The crow circled several times, then flew away toward the west.

Crows by the hundred circled above, coming and going like scouts.

Three large crows circled high in the blue air.

A passing crow noticed, too, circled back, and flew down for a sample.

The crow rose skyward again and circled back into the shelter of the trees.

The vultures and the crows still circled over the ridge.

He looked skyward where a big, black crow lazily circled.

Two crows circled overhead and then lit in a pine tree below.

The sky was the color of blood, and in it black crows circled over the human field of misery.

Three fat crows circled twenty feet over his head, as if they sensed carrion in the making.