So it turns out that the early morning squawkers are parrots, not crows. Much like the protagonists of that delightful arthouse documentary The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill from last year, it would seem that a couple imported parrots escaped from their owners' cages, mated, and soon had an entire brood following them around from one suburban tree to the next. Why they chose this particular tree in this particular neighborhood is beyond me, but now that I've found out their secret, the parrots seem to have lost their will to annoy me, and now I can sleep. Knowledge is power.
I'm having a really difficult time writing my Sage Francis review. If anyone that was there (::hint hint::cough::CLAIRE::cough cough::) can suggest a few points to make I'd be much obliged.