||[May. 17th, 2005|09:15 pm]
I step outside to light a smoke, and I clear the back corner of the house.
From the gutter of the roof, a crow flaps up toward the tree. The "caw" came out more as a bark-like chirp.
Suddenly, about 10 seconds after the bird started its chirp-bark, eighteen crows showed up out of nowhere.
They took root in the tree. The first crow continued its chirp-bark, and it began to circle me about 7 feet above my head.
In a tree in the front yard, on a neighbor's lot, a lookout crow took perch, high above the houses, within eye-shot of the other tree.
This continued for the three-to-five minutes I stood outside.
Never did the crow swoop too low . . . it continued to circle above me, making a round that would return to the tree in the backyard.
The pictures I use for animals tend to have a touch of eerie glow in the eyes, which I add in Photoshop.
Like the moustachioed celebrities, the two add to running motifs.
lets see.. your past four entries have had in them..
1) Dead babies.
3) Terry Tate, office linebacker
4) and now crows.
You've become quite the intresting read dude.
Pistons won again. woot.
Indiana really shows a lot of trouble with the outside shot . . . they rarely get open enough to shoot outside with accuracy, and when they do, they've been clanking it.
Thanks for the compliment.
Sorry about the dead babies.
I have a number of interpretations at this point, but I'll probably expound on them tomorrow after the cable tech fixes whatever connectivity issue I've been experiencing.
Even the low channels on the TV show interference and fuzziness. For $95/mo. that my mom pays for the cable bill . . . so not cool.
I have waited for the brief pockets all day, probably at best . . . 15 sporadic total minutes every 2 hours. It's really annoying.
2005-05-18 06:43 am (UTC)
Thank Heavens for Reprieve from Non-Connection.
Man, I was able to spit-out a longer comment below without the internet going kerblooie.
I think people get caught up in negative interpretation because fear is the most common response function in most every brain.
Literally . . . most every animal is wired for experience of fear . . . on this planet. Like the stat about the life on Earth sharing something like 99.9% of DNA in common . . .
When a message of 'unknown' appears, the first reaction is usually . . . fear.
2005-05-18 03:11 pm (UTC)
Van Gogh's Crows.
I was quite lucky to be one of the Detroiters to witness Van Gogh's work in person when his exhibits travelled to the DIA.
The gobs of paint are . . . thick.
They had a lot of his portraits of families . . . I don't believe we had the
famous Starry Night
, but I'm almost positive we viewed Crows
. . . plus a lot of early sketches, including an early painting . . . I think it was the Potato
By the way . . . that crow is out there again, but he has no reinforcements. He's doing the same thing . . . there must be something that he's defending.
Crows have always been good luck for me - they're misunderstood creatures. All these years they've been bad luck for other people, they have nothing but good for me. Winged creatures are usually messengers from other realms. They come out of the sky with something to say to you. You are receptive to the message. A big group of them can't fail to mean a big, big message. But what is it? Only you know.
Suddenly, in the wee hours, I've been blessed with a little connected time to afford response (see above comment).
At least, the bird was startled, and it called upon friends to "back it up."
At best, it could very well mean that I am surrounded by people who will help me if I need it.
I've been lucky to have the help that I do with my back being the way it is. If I was left up to myself to survive, given my situation, I would clearly be sleeping on a heat grate. My back still locks up on me, even if I just take a drive down to the corner store. Any stretching sends the pops, then the tension, then the eventual pain.
I feel blessed to have internet pals that are quality, as well as friends who don't use LJ . . . I'm also fortunate to realize that there are folks even on LJ who list me as a pal who have worse ailments and situations than I currently experience. I trust in divine organization, and I contiue my gratification in part by sharing over this web blog.
I grew up with that belief as well, as an aside.
You know, it was almost like a Hitchcock movie, only . . . just one of the birds circled me, and they never swooped down to attack, and I'm not Tippi Hedren . . . http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001335/