like the ravens in the corn

I've never lived in a place without crows and ravens. I like them, always have. When I drive to work or walk the dogs in the morning they swoop and dive through the maples like acrobat fighter planes. Beautiful pagan angels. Here in the hollow they seem to be watching over my place. When a hawk comes through, they swarm and chase it away - making the world a little safer for my chickens. While I know it's because they don't want to compete for food, I like to think of them as my own security force. And so, in homage, I wear one proudly on my back every morning when I go out to feed the chickens and haul water to the garden.
2 Comments:
Great fleece! I think the only reason why we still have chickens is that we have some Ravens around too!
hey christa? I wanted to check up on your blog and couldn't log in. is it now just for family?
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