I have a metal sculpted crow sitting in my study window for nearly a year. Some people think crows represent bac luck, but that is not what crows symbolize or mean to me.
Crows are famed for their intelligence. They know and recognize people, remember cruelty, help each other, and often use some kinds of tools to get at food or break it open.
Crows symbolize transformation and change, two central elements of my life. They are watchful. If you can tap into the potent power of crows, the mystics say, you can transform the bad into foresight or something useful and needed.
I feel certain energy coming from my crow, who I have yet to name. I might call him E.B., after the writer E.B. White, whose writings from his farm in Maine were central to inspiring me to write the Bedlam Farm Journal and change the nature of my writing life.
The Farm Journal is all about transformation and change; it paved the way for me to start this blog and finally be free to write whatever I wished to write.
Liberation is a kind of magic; there is no feeling like it, as many women and gay and trans people have discovered. I think E.B. will stick; I like it. White was a gentle, ironic, funny, and thoughtful writer.
Alas, I don’t write like him, but it’s always something to shoot for.
I enjoy crows. They come to my deck every morning and I give them food. They are beautiful and intelligent and add to my life.
I enjoy crows and ravens! Both are so smart!
I have a real crow…I call him Trickster. He is very large, much larger than the other two he travels with. I thought he was a Raven and named him Trickster. But when I checked my bird book, I realized he (or she) was a crow. I have a large wooden board on my barbecue where I put my seed for the birds. Trickster comes each day for his peanuts…he carefully takes 3, then all three birds fly off.
I usually walk my Jack Russell each morning before adding seed to the board. Sometimes Trickster will be in the trees along my street calling to me…I tell him I will replace the seeds after our walk. He will then head off to another house where he is fed, but I will often see the three of them along my walk in the bush trail. Because of his size,, he is easy to spot. Once I am back on my street, the three of them await me .
I like the fact that Trickster takes 3 peanuts and then they all fly off. The fact that he shares has helped me realize that I too, must share and take care of others.
My son gave me one of this for Christmas this year. I love it!
I feed three crows that come to my yard every day.