Those of us that have been around…crows, rooks, ravens, jays, magpies and jackdaws.
Have known and loved the raven, and family, in all manifestations for years. Why now, would there be such renewed and continuing enthusiasm about the crow — which, familial to the smartest bird group in the world — is essentially a black bird. For me, it’s a continuing saga that goes way back, so a love of this family is nothing even remotely new. But the saga of the raven — literally, the legend — is indeed something that goes back, thousands of years.
Perhaps, in opening, the real point is about the beauty of black — which, also for me — is a favored garment of color; it’s the easiest to travel in. Wear black, and you can go anywhere, forever. Same with Corvids, I’d guess. And surely they do — arising early in the morning, flying in dispersal from the rookery (and that’s everywhere in the world that I’ve been) to returning home, to roost, just approaching the darkening evening. I see it. I watch it. I wait for the call — the coming; and I wait for the departing — and watch them go home.
What I’ve been noticing, as well, that the raven people ( a group of ravens as you know is a “storytelling”) — a storytelling of raven’s (people) are collecting. You’re finding them online — and twittering in. I’ve gotten, recently, a reach from the team at SeattleCrows – the twitter link. And, really, this is about a crow counting event attached to the University of Washington, here. There’s a link, there, to the CrowCamera, documenting the hatching of eggs — meanwhile, apparently, the Mother Crow stays, while the fledglings have fled (Vancouver, BC) — there’s advertising by Iams, for “healthy dogs”, too. More than 5,000 views, and — all told — 3313 hours, 32 minutes, people watching crows on the CrowCamera.
Why, yet again, would I write another piece, aside from the numerous added crow and raven imagery that I’ve gathered (pretty much all the time)? Just because it keeps popping up. And, this weekend, there’s more on the crow, the planet of crow, in Crow Planet, as reviewed in the NYTimes.
Liesl Schillinger writes about the newest contributor to the storytelling of raven | crow…Lyanda Lynn Haupt, who comments on the kind of passion that seems to relate to the birds, like ’em, or hate ’em. “Like human beings, Haupt explains, crows are one of the “few prominent, dominant, successful species†that prosper in the modern world. Their hardiness means they will outlast more fragile ¬species. Before we revile them, she suggests, we ought to understand that there are so many of them because there are so many of us. Because we have built, they have come, and crows and humans today must coexist in the “zoöpolis,†the “overlap of human and animal geographies.â€
For me, the study of the bird is something that pretty much goes on all day; it’s the number one distractor for me, standing and working in the office, then, as well, being in other parts of the planet. On and on; keep looking, and it goes on. Here’s where I look, have looked, and have written, on the storytelling of ravens, the murder of crows, the band of jays, a charm of magpies, a clattering of jackdaws. All of them, smart, attentive, playful.
But what I really focus on is: attention. Paying attention. There’s the biggest learning for me. Watching them. Watching us.
Write, here — to my measure:
Crows seeing people.
Personal bird brands.
Ravens, Himalaya.
Ravened, stone.
Tim+Raven
Raven’s storytelling, grouped.
One day, you’ll get it. Them.
Pet one, maybe.
tsg
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Hello Tim,
many years ago – 1980s! – I was working for L’Oreal in NYC and you did a small job for me. I remember how beautifully you wrote my name across an fax page. I have never forgotten your beautiful work – the calligraphy like an illuminated manuscript. Sacred and fluid. And here you are again. I just wanted to say how much I appreciate your journals (exquisite!) and your equine spirit drawings and your honesty and deep musings. I was so sorry to hear of the loss of your brother, Matt, and was very touched by your memorial of him in pictures and words.
Well, enough said for tonight. Didn’t know where else to post this.
Like you, I will be doing what I do until I die. I love what I do – “lustrating” as you say. I love that. And ravens, have figured in some very spiritual dreams for me, an interesting symbol. Maybe that’s why I also prefer wearing black, or maybe that’s just because it’s a way to get dirty without it showing! All the very best to you and yours!
Julie Johnson
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Random thoughts…
When I was young my father told me he took a short nap one afternoon. The sky was black when he awoke and, thinking he had overslept into the night, he started to go back to bed. Turns out, the sky was so full of crows, the sun was blocked out. A baby crow was down, and the troops from miles around had rallied. Years later I experienced close to the same thing; however, the din was so loud that it pierced the closed windows and doors of my house. The place shook to the rafters from the noise. How could my father even thought of going back to sleep?
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I’ve heard that another reason there are so many crows in the city is because of the lights. They can see their predators in the well-lit night, making it easier to flee an attack.
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In the forest I stumbled on a clattering band, storytelling of… murder.
Charming.