a crow story

CROW PS montage
So many of you were eager to hear my crow story I could not make you wait. Since I do not have any good crow photos, I decided to create a montage to go along with my story. Ever since this experience I have loved crows and feel that the crow is one of my animal totems. In fact, during shamanic journeying sessions, the crow would often appear to me and accompany me on my journeys. One day the crow identified himself as Abbo. I had never heard of such a name, so …out of curiosity I googled it and discovered that Abbo was a Neustrian Benedictine monk and poet of the Abbey of Saint-Germain-des-Prés in Paris. He was born about the middle of the ninth century. Fascinating!

But, I digress from my story . . .

I lived on a beautiful 90 acre horse farm in Churchville, Pennsylvania for 19 years. My apartment overlooked the horse pastures, and it was a wonderful view to observe all types of nature –deer, foxes, skunks, farm cats, and, of course, the horses. There were many sparrow hawks that would alight on the fence posts and hunt for mice. The pasture sloped down to a turn-out shed and then made a sharp right hand turn to run back towards the Churchville reservoir which bordered the farm and is where I now walk my dogs.

One winter day after we’d had snow, I was standing at my kitchen window looking out over the pastures and distant woods. I noticed two crows on the ground in the pasture and started to watch them. They have such an amusing, cocky strut-walk.  They were going down on their bellies and sliding and fluffing in the snow. Suddenly I became aware that there was something very ritualistic about what the crows were doing.

One crow would flop down on its belly, push off with its feet, and slide down the slope. When it lost momentum and stopped, he would stand up and walk back up the slope to the starting point and repeat the ritual. The second crow joined in and started to do the same thing. And so I stood there at my kitchen window, just mesmerized by these two crows having a blast in the snow playing their “slide down the slope” game — flop down on belly, push off with feet, wheeeeeee sliiiiiiide, and then walking back up the slope (mind you, walking, not flying) to repeat the game.

It just changed my whole perspective of crows, their intelligence, sense of fun, and yes, sense of humor. As an observer, I could only begin to imagine the communication occuring between the two crows as they enjoyed the snow.  A magical experience and totally endeared the crow to me. I feel such an affinity with and for this brash and very smart corvid.

6 thoughts on “a crow story

  1. Nadine Simms says:

    Great story Deb! Nadine

  2. Ruth Rudolph says:

    Thoroughly enjoyed your story. Again, I ask you the question, “Why have you not ever written a book?”!!!!! Hugs, Ruth

  3. Wonderful story! I would never have thought that crows would ‘play’ like that. I think of them in much darker terms…thanks to Edgar Allan Poe, I guess! Wonderful blog post and stunning collage as illustration ! Well done!

  4. Loretta Shatt says:

    I too loved the story and agree with Ruth: WHERE IS THE BOOK Debbie?
    Loretta

  5. Malou Walther says:

    Good morning Deb – that exact same scenario was written years ago about two moose seen by an Iditarod trainer in Alaska….so, it’s a reminder to us that all creatures are capable of play, and my Bannnerman slides down hill on his back and Willie spreads out and slides on his stomach downhill in the snow…obviously the major difference is that the birds walked back up the hill, when they could have flown.

    I am so jealous that your lived on the horse farm for 19 years. Better than having to provide all such amenities on your own property.

    Malou

  6. flanagan29@yahoo.com says:

    Thank you Deb for sharing this. I will forward it to Francesca, I know she’ll enjoy it too! Great montage!

    Sent from my iPad

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