When a guinea or peacock calls, rain is coming. When you see a lot of rooks flying in a circle, it's going to rain. When robins sing high in the tree, the weather will be nice. When they sing low in the tree, it will rain. Sea gulls on land bring rain. When a rooster flies onto the gate and crows, rain is on the way. No trace of anyone, living or dead. Maddened by anger, and I believe by fear, they had succeeded at last in breaking into those forbidden walls, dreaded and shunned through countless years.