Going Home p. 1-30
"you've used eleven sheets of my best cardstock and half of my goddamned ivory black on 'jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz!'" "sorry, sir," ana said. he had ink on his hands and he suspected he had ink on his face.
Goober
I made maddened flaps as the jackdaw looking ugly turkey saw me. i dove in! "what the fuck was that?" the bird asked. "you'll find out!!" i yelled.
Take Me Home, Country Roads
Crickets screeched in the wheat as he passed them by, and over head a lonely jackdaw cried, a cry he felt echo in his heart. he heard a rumbling engine behind him and stuck out a thumb without looking, not really expecting to be picked up.
Making It: Act 1
“the sitchward jackdaws and the raddleman pipers, no? i seem to remember they were disbanded."
the Story Teller Exidus (free E-book)
The adventurous boy looks to her "those are nothing but common jackdaws. quite harmless to anything but flees." "i know what a blackbird is and i know what kari is, that is the latter. those birds are vampires."