I’ve loved crows as far back as I can remember. My grandfather used to speak back to them. “Kaw Kaw”, he’d say. Whenever I hear them I think of childhood and my grandparent’s farm. In the distance, I could see a murder of crows sitting in the trees.
I’ve had acquaintances consider them annoying and unpleasant. Considered song-birds, crows have a deep repertoire of melodies. They have even been taught to recite opera! I find nothing about them annoying. Years ago when I first moved to my townhouse, I looked up and saw a crow carrying a bagel. They make me laugh; I am always delighted to see them.
I’ve been thinking about crows because on my walk today I let Mother Nature nurture (one of the guiding pieces of advice for my Bat Fit practice). I walked a little over 4 miles to and from Woodland Cemetery. It appeared that along the way, a crow was following/ guiding me on my journey by flying here and there and landing on various trees along the way. (Thankfully he was just one or I may have started feeling a Hitchcock moment coming on :p ). Was he my guardian today?
Once I ventured into the older section with graves from the Civil War era, the crow disappeared. I guess this was where I needed to be.
It was a relaxing and reflective journey, and I arrived home to a house that smells like Holiday Bayberry candles.