The bad press of a washed raven based on a film poem that uses more artistic weapons than those of a simple fauna documentary. An animal chats in a group as night falls; an animal that knows how to count up to four; an animal that gets its food with superhuman tricks... is the object of study in the fable that this young Rumanian filmmaker traces through dreamlike images where there is no lack of human recreation of the animal. It is a satire that also reflects our prejudices and leaves us without arguments when we prefer the song of a goldfinch to this intelligence of black wings that caw and fill the air that we breathe as night falls.