One of my crows died this morning, Kerr.
I heard a hullabaloo outside and looked out the window to see their offspring mourning on the grass verge and the rest of the murder in the sky trying to dive bomb away the local buzzard which was trying to swoop down to eat the remains.
I liked Kerr, he was quite old.
It’s odd it should happen the day after I was talking to Paul about how I haven’t seen Scruffy for weeks, another crow I like. A female, her mate is called the Sentinel by me, as he seems to watch the house and me more than the others.
Barbar was really distressed.
I’ve lost two of my crows in a short space of time as well as a magpie, which I believed was killed by his own family.
He was a runt by comparison, I called him Rocky. He would sit on the window ledge and was so tame I could nearly stroke him when the window was opened. He had an obsession with a pebble that he carried everywhere with him, he was unusually thin and although he was about a year old – he was still being fed by his family, sometimes forcibly. I think they killed him as he was a burden, he never grew up and he was quite strange for a magpie.
I miss him too.
I am silly like this, I get attached to the local wildlife and name them and I will try to tame them when they come into my garden and care for them.
A few years ago Paul wanted to take me to live with him in Canada, but our plans fell through due to my ill-health. He always said, he could imagine me on the porch surrounded by bears and raccoons and hand feeding them berries, treating them all like pets!
I actually think that would have happened too, if we had gone!
I am rather shamanic and very brave around all animals.
I have nearly touched a real live bear once too – they were passive, I got within two inches of their snout before their keeper stopped me in my tracks. You see I had found a way through the bars of a zoo cage to touch them. It was a friendly bear and it sniffed my hand and tilted its head like it was going to let me stroke it. That zoo made renovations very quickly after this happened.
I had a deep sense of trust it wasn’t going to hurt me, because I could read its energy.
But that’s just me, a feral creature in her own right with a deep understanding for nature; humans are far more dangerous than any bear!
All I think about is love, I send love to the animal, peace, I don’t have a fleeting feeling of fear at all – I feel happy, content, loving, peaceful and trusting and say over in my head like I am talking to the animal itself – I just want to share my love, I won’t hurt you, let me touch you.
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