Our name is taken from the poem “Crow” in Whale Fall & Black Sage by Ruth Thompson, which ends:

Ah, how he is taken with himself!
How he adorns the day!
For the whole sky rides in his blue-black feathers

 and the sun of his yellow eye!

And I too now swank—

I too in his wake
loaf and stroll and glint my shining eyes

at a pack of truant gulls whooping and helling

at leapfrog terns and peregrines
and small black-and-yellow bees in the lupine.

And we nod to right and left

over our gleaming shoulders—

two fine crows parading—

taken with ourselves

and giving pleasure

singing the song of being alive and fine to see.