A crow watched as I maneuvered around a fallen tree trunk.
As if sensing his thoughts, the crow watched Kelemvor warily.
The crows sailing overhead perhaps watched me while I took this survey.
A scruffy crow was indeed watching them from a distant tree stump.
The black-and-white crow sat on the roof and watched them as they went inside.
Her crows would watch the routes north.
Bringing us to these woods where crows watch with eager eyes.
Two crows also watch in awe ("And all this time, I've been doing it the hard way," one crow remarks).
And like before, the crow watches it slide off the screen.
Two solemn crows watched our progress from a lone dead tree.