The natural world communicates with us in some startling ways at times… this story is a great example of an extraordinary encounter that probably has some real meaning… only time will tell.
It was a morning that started like any other. Her Royal Highness Princess Kitty gave the meow for chow, had a nibble, and then sat at the patio door imperiously awaiting its opening. She selected a deck chair to scope out the ‘hood while I brewed organic java. This is usually when furface strolls back in, just as I’m savouring my first sip.
But not on this infamous morning.
While I’m making the coffee, a crow lands on my deck railing. I say to myself, “Wow, that’s one big crow, it’s bigger than my cat!” Kitty’s at red alert on the deck chair, eyes popping out of her head. Then a second crow lands beside the first – BUT, it slips on the railing and falls (rather gracelessly) onto my deck. “Caw!” exclaims the startled crow, with much fluttering of wings and alarmed conversation between the two birds.
Kitty is beside herself. She’s never seen a close-up of anything larger than a moth.
I’m now at the deck door, laughing at the slapstick and figuring these are probably the same dumb crows that were playing “slide” on my bathroom skylight the other day (literally startling the crap out of me).
Kitty is still on her chair, motionless except for a wildly swishing tail.I don’t like the look of that tail. I know that particular swish. That’s an a.ttack swish. I do NOT want my domestic house cat taking on two wild crows that seem to be as big as bald eagles. Beaks and claws look as large as her head.
The “walls” of my deck are a clear plexiglass, and the brainless bird keeps running into it as he tries to escape my deck. Now I know why dimwits are also known as birdbrains. Bash, Caw, Bash, Caw, Bash, Caw. Hello?
More crows are starting to circle overhead, and the friend on the railing is hopping up and down like a yo-yo.
It’s simply become too much for Miss Kitty, and she shoots into the house like greased lightening.
The trapped crow becomes even more frantic, and is hurling itself against the panes of plexi. The friend on the railing is leaping in circles and doing a birdy raindance. There are now about 50 huge crows circling and cawing overhead. The noise is deafening.
My neighbours are starting to come out on their decks, obviously wondering what in holy toledo is going on. It looks like a scene from a Hitchcock movie.
I’m realizing action is going to have to be taken. By me.
I am not enthralled with this thought. I was attacked by a crow when I was about 17 and had coloured my hair platinum b.londe. It was a sunny day, my hair was very shiny, and the crow obviously thought I was a valuable treasure to be whisked back to his nest. It wasn’t a pretty scene and gave me nightmares for years.
Now one of the silly things is trapped and hysterical on my deck, and word has quickly spread throughout the avian community about this dramatic turn of events. The sky has gone from blue to black in less than 5 minutes. I’m supposed to go out there? Isn’t this like the scene from a horror flick where the hero.ine walks down the cellar stairs in the dark and we all howl at her stupidity?
But I’ve donned my extra-large oven mitts, and am determined to rescue the crow. I must be brave – the neighbours are watching.
As I step onto the deck, the circling hordes overhead escalate their frantic cries of distress. The trapped crow is in a frenzy seeking escape. I look down at myself and start snorting with laughter – the brave protagonist clad in a faded old nightshirt, fuzzy slippers and oven mitts. You couldn’t make UP stuff like this.
I slowly walk over to the crow, speaking soothingly. What would be soothing to a crow, you might ask? OK, I was speaking soothingly to ME.
One neighbour is shouting encouraging advice from the safety of his covered crow-less deck. “Get your hands underneath it and lift,” he bellows. Really? I was going to grab it by the beak and twirl it around a few times.
After a few fumbles, wishing my oven mitts extended up to my shoulders and that I had a goalie mask on my face, I take decisive action and firmly grasp the crow under it’s heaving belly and hurl it into space – belatedly wondering if it was wounded and could fly. Heart hammering, I watch it soar away into the circling masses overhead. The neighbourhood burst into thunderous applause and Kitty meows proudly, as I raise my oven mitts over my head like a conquering hero – or at the very least like a UFC champion.
Profound insight from this experience: Absolutely none, but it made me roar with laughter afterwards and certainly woke me up more effectively than dark roast.
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This is hilarious!!! This is what the Medicine Cards say about Crow:
“CROW – LAW
Crows are very vocal birds. They are sly and often deceptive in their actions. Crows have been known to build false nests high in treetops to confuse predators. The height of their nests gives them the opportunity to watch everything that is going on around them. Many cultures think of crow as the keeper of knowledge for nothing escapes their keen sight.
Crows travel in groups and make mischief in teams. As one crow explores something new, others will watch closely to see what happens and then learn from it. In this way they seem to always be in council with each other. They often raise a ruckus when hunters are around, warning deer and other birds.
Crows recognize possible danger and always post lookouts when feeding—their most vulnerable time. Listening to crow can teach those with this medicine how to hear the truth of what is being said. The striking black color of crow represents the color of creation. It is the womb out of which the new is born. Black the color of night gives birth to the light of a new day. Crow is a daytime bird reminding us that magic and creation are present in both. Their ability to shift between the known and unknown world indicates new journeys. Because crow is adaptable to all environments and will eat almost anything they can survive in almost any situation. Crow is associated with magic, unseen forces and spiritual strength. “
This is such a remarkable scene that I am sure it has some purpose in your life… Crow may be a Totem Animal for you right now. Perhaps there will come a time when you will need to shout a warning of danger around… I would be especially noticing of what is going on in your life over the next few weeks. Lotsa LLLove, Danielle