(Attempted) Murder of Crows

They were there when you left your house this morning, watching. They'll be there when you get back.

A lone black enamel crow perches above two deep red glass teardrops, the moon and stars gleaming through its glossy feathers. One graces your left ear; its mate graces your right. Glass, enamel and zinc alloy, approximately three inches.

One crow's an omen, two are a peril, three are a m–