Crows aren’t the prettiest of birds, are they? They’re really kinda ugly if you think about it. Big, loud and imposing … the very qualities I try to avoid in life.
And, I’ve been seeing too many of them wherever I go lately.
Crows seem to be everywhere.
There’s crows in the garden. Crows in the blue skies above. Crows at the park. At the playground. On the way to town. On the way home from town.
Too many crows cawing away at the world.
My world.
In fact, so many that I have caught myself ignoring the beautiful little red robin happily pecking away at breadcrumbs. Next to the crows.
I’ve not seen the pansies still clinging to life in the deep winter freeze. Next to the crows.
I’ve almost missed the sound of my children’s squeals of laughter as they hurled their first snowball. Next to the crows.
Those blooming crows.
Fearless. Clever. Adaptable. Majestic.
Soaring high above the sky without a care in the world.
They don’t miss a beat.
And, I think I could maybe just learn a thing or two from them.
Image courtesy of bbc.co.uk
Kerry said:
Crows are horrible birds aren’t they we get lots round here and they always seem mean round here. xx
NikkiiH said:
I don’t mind them – they shine and allow you to get quite close – the only bird I ever caught a catchlight in the eye of was a crow
That’s a bit sad actually…..
Marylin said:
A murder of crows… quite an apt description of a ‘flock’ of them isn’t it?
marisworld said:
That is one beautiful photo you’ve chosen though. I also associate crows as a ‘bad’ bird but as you say maybe there is somethign to learn from them
Him Up North said:
Take my advice and stone the crows…
Mancais said:
Crows are my cousins – rock on!
Kyooty said:
When we are home on the island we know we are going to be awaken by the crows.
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