They are out there; watching. They have something to say at you. They are not the sleek, shiny, aloof ravens looking down at you from the roof peak. These are Halloween Ravens; gritty, tough, vociferous birds that lurk around old boats and rusty dumpsters.
Their fingernails-on-blackboard voice scrapes at your eardrums.
Their short migration makes them visible at the end of October. Don't look for them. They'll find you.