Damn Crows

The crows have been following me around.

I go out hunting, there they are, hanging around the trees.

Go for a walk, doesn’t matter where, there they are overhead somewhere.

Every morning I have a dozen of them hanging around my front yard.
On the lawn.
In the trees.
Had one sitting on the roof rack of my car the other day.

Talking to me.

The things are creeping me out.

So I looked up the symbolism of the crow.

Crow, Power Animal, Symbol of Sacred Law, Change

Now I’m even more creeped out.

The explanation hit too close to home with things I’ve been saying not only the past few months, but everything I’ve been writing about since I started fishing rivers 15 years ago.

Then there are things in my life that are forcing change.
Forcing me to redefine myself on a variety of different levels, right now.

All my life I’ve told people that I don’t worry about catastrophes, whether natural or man made.
I’ve always said I don’t care what happens and what I have to do.
I’ve always said I don’t care where I live, wherever I am, I’m home.
I’ve always nonchalantly said that no matter what happens or is happening around me, I’ll survive and be just fine.

Then I read this last paragraph.

As crows are adaptable to all environments and will eat almost anything, they can survive in almost any situation. Crow is surrounded by magic, unseen forces and spiritual strength. If crow enters your life, get out of your familiar nest, look beyond your present range of vision, listen to the message(s) in its caw and act accordingly.

Now, I don’t feel so creeped out.

Now, I think I’ll be feeding the crows.

I’m starting to like the idea of seeing them, out in the yard, every morning.

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  1. I’ve always had crows, never more so than in recent days. My daughter parked my wife’s car in the village overnight where…yeah, thousands roosted overhead. They get safety from great horned owls; the car got so plastered with shit that it took me three full washings and then some to regain original color. Crows are fun.

  2. Crows are fascinating. Kind of creepy. But fascinating.

    1. I think we were all turned against them after the movie “The Birds.” They weren’t exactly portrayed in a good light in that movie.

      I’ve always seen them portrayed in art through the centuries and I don’t know why I never bothered looking into the symbolism before. Unless I did and forgot, which is likely.

      I get to listen to them talk to each other every morning. Wide range of vocalization, sometimes sounding like cats. I have mentioned in other posts that the crows are what tip me off when the bald eagle is around. They really don’t like eagles.

  3. Thanks Ken for this post. One winter in St. Paul, MN there were what appeared to be close to 1,000 crows roosting in a local golf course. The noise was staggering, not just their vocalizations, but the rustling, flapping, and scratching of all those feathers, claws, and wings.

    1. Jill, with the cold weather finally coming through, the geese will be descending on the open stretches of the Fox river in the next couple of weeks. By the thousands.

      When they all take off at once, you have to scream at the person next to you to be heard.

      And you definitely don’t want to be out in the open when they’re going over your head.

  4. I think I’ve always known that crows were magic. They’re still creepy…starring with their little beady eyes, whispering to the other crows.

    1. That is pretty much what they sound like, like they’re whispering. That or screaming.

      Now don’t get me going, I’ll start thinking the ones on my front lawn are conspiring against me.

  5. “once upon a midnight dreary, while pondered weak and weary…” EAP

  6. I lived in a place where, during the winter, crows and owls were the only birds I saw. I found the owls by following the crows, who bothered the owls to no end. They would gather in the pines, growling and sounding off at the owls. They even dropped sticks and rocks onto the owls from above. Those crows really ruled the roost and gave the owls what for.

    Come spring, when the song birds returned, I found it funny as hell to watch the big bully crows fly for their lives, being chased by tiny finches and sparrows.

    1. I noticed those same things Quill. With the eagles, it’s amazing how they completely ignore the crows and then at some point, they’ve had enough. One little swoop in the direction of the crows and they scatter in every direction.

      I’ll show you who’s boss.

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