A Crow has a crush on me. Well....this Crow is a loner. I am not certain if he's a Crow or a Jackdaw. Yes I should know....but he doesn't care about labels. He has no name. I usually call him "Hello Bird".
I am not sure if he's a she -or what? He telepaths me that transgender is fine. That it's really irrelevant. Soul is what matters.
I never see him with others of his own kind. He calls to me to wake me up too early in the morning. He has found out where I sleep now. But I go back to sleep. He is learning that I don't get up with the sparrows, and he has to wait until about nine o' clock.
Then he's outside when I get my coffee and walk in the garden.
We talk to each other in a kind of 'numbers language'. Clicking of beak, ritual bending of head while clicking, plus me trying to do the same thing; he mirroring whatever number I decide to do, and vice-versa. But it is always mathematically correct!
So then I give him a small piece of wholemeal bread as a treat, He comes down, takes it, eats it then comes back to follow me around a bit.
Yesterday I told him "Bread isn't good for you. It's okay now and then, but not often. I am going to the pet shop to find a more species-suitable treat for you in the morning."
I remembered the pet shop is closed Wednesdays, so my promise didn't materialise. I thought I'd do it tomorrow instead.
So this afternoon I took a walk in the orchard (had no idea where he was.) In a moment the Crow came swooping round me, and landed in a branch, greeting me with his usual numbers-language. I replied.
Then he came down to earth, no more than 10ft away and started foraging for food; catching a snail and de-shelling it skilfully. He seemed to be showing me he was quite capable of hunting for his food, he wasn't stupid. He almost seemed to be 'showing off' a bit. But I sensed he was trying to tell me he didn't actually need any food from me. His relationship with me is based on something else. Though he is happy and grateful for the tiny wholemeal bread treat. It does him no harm, he said.....
I laughed in a happy way, and whistled "Amazing Grace" again for his entertainment. He asked me to keep the volume down -just a tiny bit -as he was listening for worms.
But -strange though it may sound....I swear that Crow heard what I said to him about the pet shop and everything....and the bread treat. Or was it God....who relayed the message?
I am not sure if he's a she -or what? He telepaths me that transgender is fine. That it's really irrelevant. Soul is what matters.
I never see him with others of his own kind. He calls to me to wake me up too early in the morning. He has found out where I sleep now. But I go back to sleep. He is learning that I don't get up with the sparrows, and he has to wait until about nine o' clock.
Then he's outside when I get my coffee and walk in the garden.
We talk to each other in a kind of 'numbers language'. Clicking of beak, ritual bending of head while clicking, plus me trying to do the same thing; he mirroring whatever number I decide to do, and vice-versa. But it is always mathematically correct!
So then I give him a small piece of wholemeal bread as a treat, He comes down, takes it, eats it then comes back to follow me around a bit.
Yesterday I told him "Bread isn't good for you. It's okay now and then, but not often. I am going to the pet shop to find a more species-suitable treat for you in the morning."
I remembered the pet shop is closed Wednesdays, so my promise didn't materialise. I thought I'd do it tomorrow instead.
So this afternoon I took a walk in the orchard (had no idea where he was.) In a moment the Crow came swooping round me, and landed in a branch, greeting me with his usual numbers-language. I replied.
Then he came down to earth, no more than 10ft away and started foraging for food; catching a snail and de-shelling it skilfully. He seemed to be showing me he was quite capable of hunting for his food, he wasn't stupid. He almost seemed to be 'showing off' a bit. But I sensed he was trying to tell me he didn't actually need any food from me. His relationship with me is based on something else. Though he is happy and grateful for the tiny wholemeal bread treat. It does him no harm, he said.....
I laughed in a happy way, and whistled "Amazing Grace" again for his entertainment. He asked me to keep the volume down -just a tiny bit -as he was listening for worms.
But -strange though it may sound....I swear that Crow heard what I said to him about the pet shop and everything....and the bread treat. Or was it God....who relayed the message?
