We have a Daddy crow that visits us regularly and I've mentioned this a few times. I always think of Mike. I've read a bit about crows and their imagery-- they are tricksters, they are highly intelligent, they are messengers. Our crow swoops into our high tree, above our house and 'caws' loudly. He also likes to perch on the very top of the light post across the street and 'caw-caws' at the world below. We always look up and say hello. I usually look a little longer.
I came across this quote, related to a painting I was admiring:
"Crow teaches us how to manifest intelligent creation in our everyday lives. Their mystical black feathers are like the dark and fertile womb. Crow communicates effectively, taking an idea and following it through until satisfied with the outcome. He is the totem that accompanies you as you set out to make each day filled with creativity. His caw is a message to remember to cultivate magic, a call to gather those things that inspire you, and surround yourself with beauty. Crow is alchemy: add your special touch and create your own unique and intriguing expression. This magician is soaring away to connect with his divine ability to transform the everyday." Pixie Campbell
I've also found a little book of wonder, that Lucas and Emily brought home form the library. It's filled with questions, about a little black crow. Today, we've signed it out for the second time.
The Little Black Crow, by Chris Raschka
'Little black crow,
where do you go?
Where do you go
in the cold white snow?
Where do you go?
Little black crow,
where do you fly
in the stormy sky?
Whom do you meet
in the long wet street?
Whom do you meet?
Little black crow,
do you ever complain
in the wind
and the rain?
Do you ever complain?
Is it enough
to have feathers
in all kinds of
weathers?
Is it enough
to have feathers?
Little black crow
in that tall tree,
are you a boy like me?
With a sister and a brother
and a father and a mother?
Are you a boy like me?
Little black crow,
how do you sleep
in the forest so deep?
How do you sleep?
Do you ever worry
when you hop
and you hurry?
Are you ever afraid
of mistakes you've made?
Are you never afraid?
Little black crow,
whom do you love
in the clouds above?
Whom do you love?
Is is that little gray dove?
Is that whom you love?
Little black crow,
do you ever wonder
about lightning
or thunder?
About morsels
you eat?
About creatures
you meet?
Little black crow
in the white snow
in the blue sky
in the brown below,
do you ever wonder
about stars you see?
Might you ever wonder
about someone...
... like me?'
Adam and I LOVE our "crow tree" that we watched in the distance from our kitchen window last winter. Everday the crows would gather in this distant tree by the 100s and have what we called a "crow meeting". We enjoyed the tree on a daily basis over a lazy breakfast. It is amazing how intriguing the whole process was ....! The crows don't appear to like the tree this winter .... they aren't gathering there in the same way .... and it is something Adam and I are missing this winter? So interesting ....
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