For the love of crows – part one.Posted: March 20, 2013 Filed under: Beasts, Crows, My Paranormal Life | Tags: crow, crows, lizzy crowe, Renae Rude, The Paranormalist 21 Comments
“If people wore feathers and wings, very few of them would be clever enough to be crows.”
— Henry Ward Beecher, 19th century preacher/writer
A while back, The Ogre and I went looking for a murder of crows. I wrote a post about it. In the comments, my friend Mark (from Mark My Words) told me he hates crows. Mystified, I challenged him to write a post about why and – in exchange – promised to clarify why I love them. The time has come for those posts to go up. His is here: When Jerry Met Harry (but about half-way down.)
Random reasons behind my love of these birds –
1) Crows are smart, mischievous, GORGEOUS, sociable and, yes, a bit creepy.
2) Edgar Allen Poe. The Raven is still the only poem that I have (at least partially) memorized. (I know crows and ravens are not the same thing, but this post is about what ignited my passion, right? Besides, I do not live in the Great North Woods of Minnesota, and there are few if any raven in the central part of the state. Love the one you’re with, I say.)
3) Back in the day, when Tripod pages were everywhere and there was no such thing as a “blog”, I created a sprawling *website called Lizzy Crowe – A Witch Takes Flight.
Aside: I’ll be honest – I’m sort of a religion-dabbler. I started life as a baptized Lutheran, but we never practiced while I was growing up. In my late teens, I became involved in my friends’ youth group and eventually formally converted to Catholicism. In my 20’s, after a brief marriage and subsequent divorce, I became a witch. Now I’m a Lutheran-Catholic-Wiccan-Unitarian-Universalist, but I guess you could say I’m just spiritually inclined.
So, anyway, back on topic. When I chose the web as a receptacle for my personal grimoire, it seemed wisest to not use my real name on the great big, scary internet AND it was common practice for a new-age witch to take a magickal name. I chose ‘Lizzy’ because of the song Lizzy and the Rainmaker and ‘Crowe’ for no other reason than it felt and sounded right.
4) Several months into my obsessive study of the craft, and after I had named myself and my website, I was driving around in the middle of the night. (I did that a lot back then.) I came across a young crow hopping about in the puddle of light from a street lamp. I knew it was weird, and was at first concerned that he was sick or injured. I pulled over and cautiously approached him. He fluttered his wings a little and tilted his head at me … until I got too near. Then he hopped just out of my reach. I sat quietly, to see if he’d come close to me. He did, but never quite close enough for me to touch.
He was a beautiful bird – glossy, well-plumed, sturdy-looking and large. His eyes were sapphire blue. (I later learned that crows are hatched with blue eyes which eventually turn black.) We spent the better part of an hour on that deserted street, flirting with each other. I was able to see there was nothing wrong with him, and decided he was merely newly fledged and confused. I assume he came to the same conclusions about me.
As if I haven’t confessed enough in this post already, I will admit that I still regret not trying harder to catch him and bring him home. If I had carried back then what I carry now – leather gloves and a big towel – I might still have a crow companion now. (They can live more than 15 years in captivity.)
But that would have been definitely illegal, and probably wrong, so it’s a good thing this happened before I trained as a raptor / wildlife rescuer.
As it was, I lost my nerve whenever I thought about the quick and potentially damaging lunge I would have to make in order to grab him. (The impressive length of his beak as it glinted in the dim light was a little off-putting too.) Eventually, I bid him a frustrated and reluctant farewell and drove away.
I went back, about an hour later – determined to try again, but he was gone.
I have at least one more crow story to tell, but it’s 2:00 in the morning, I’m tired, and I have to work later today. So let’s pretend I was planning a two-parter all along, ‘kay?
*Dark Touchstones was created as an off-shoot of Lizzy Crowe. I brought that content here, and it can be found among my tabs. If you’re bored one day, and in a paranormal mood, have a look. There are lots of fun links to follow.
Okay, you’ve got me interested. Now I think I’m going to have to do my own post about crows… Mind if I barge my way into this discussion?
Oh, absolutely! All crow stories and crow-themed posts are welcome. When you write it, it should show up in my reader, but if I miss it, come back and comment. Maybe we’ll get a little blog-hop going.
Excellent! I’ll get on it this weekend!
Cool. I’ll try to have my part two ready by Moday.
I haven’t forgotten about this, but it may be a few days yet. I’ve got another post all queued up and ready to go first. Unless I add an I-hate-crows section to that. I’ll let you know. 🙂
Ravens and crows are definitely not the same things!
Cool enough. I’ve got to do the story of Billy the Crow too. Who knew I had so much to say about them. I’ll keep an eye on my reader, but comment here if I miss it.
Done! Here you go: http://markmywordssite.com/2013/03/20/when-jerry-met-harry/
Excellent. Linked. But you’re just wrong! ;D
Heh. I think I just value sleep more than noisy birds.
Have you seen this “attempted murder” image of two crows that has made the rounds of the web? https://i.chzbgr.com/maxW500/6133358336/h33F6CACF/
Ooh … a shiny thing! 😉
There’s going to be a post to introduce this, but I’ll tell you first – I’ve started a Cheezeburger collection of Paranormal LOLs here: http://paranormallols.cheezburger.com/
I’ll hunt down the one you’ve brought and get it into the stream.
I love it! The very first one I saw had the lyrics to “The Cat Came Back” written on it, which is awesome. Bookmarked.
The lighter side of the dark side. (Maybe I should have used that tagline.) They aren’t ALL dark, though, even if they are all … slightly canted. I’m glad you like it. I love being able to clear spoiler titles, and leave a little editorial comment.
[…] Last week I was reading a blog by The Paranormalist – Renae Rude, in which she sang the praises of crows. I replied that I have a love/hate relationship with the creepy black birds, only minus the “love” part. She then challenged me to write about my hatred of crows while she would take the opposite approach and talk about her love for crows. […]
The Crow, starring Brandon Lee. ’nuff said.
I’ve got to see that again. I remember thinking it was awesome, but the details have faded.
I introduced my daughter to it. Even better almost 20 years later.
Never thought too much about crows but love your reasons for loving them. 🙂 Also we have similar religious backgrounds.
The internet is an awesome place. It’s so much easier to find one’s “tribe” here than it is in the real-world.
We have a lot of what I can only call black birds around my area, but every once in a while, the odd raven will show up. One time, I had three come within arm’s reach of me and just study me. I think they were looking for a hand out needless to say, I’m a “raven” fan, and that was *so* cool! 🙂
There’s something both exciting and a bit scary about attracting corvid attention. Right now there’s a crow that’s been hanging around the parking lot at work. As the weather improves, I’m going to try to befriend him.