One day I awoke to my young son, “Mommy Mommy come see the crow, Mommy come see the crow!”
I thought what could have gotten my son so excited by a crow? We see them all the time and he never once displayed so much excitement over a crow! Yet and behold there was a crow! As I walked from my bedroom into our kitchen I could see this bird starring my son down as if trying to communicate with him.
It was the strangest thing and my son even at his young age knew it. Knew there was something different something magical and in that moment my son was mesmerized! I watched this bird trying to communicate with my son. I felt a sense of desperation with this crow like he was begging for help and trusting desperately my son would understand his needs!
He was just perched on the railing starring into the sliding glass window never taking his eyes from my son until I stepped over to the window. At that moment his focus changed to me and I felt his pleading to understand his plight. His need to communicate with me was over whelming I could not turn away.
It was as if this crow knew somehow we would understand him. That we would know his need and would help him!
So I opened the sliding glass door knowing he would not fly away from me. Knowing trust had been made between us the crow and me! An understanding an agreement came to be the moment he looked at me. What I didn’t know there was a gift sitting in front of me!
My Children named him Charlie and for two weeks he stayed with us. We would feed and make sure he had water every day and he never left our care. Knowing he was safe and could stay as long as he pleased.
I cared for him and he would listen to my sorrows about my separation and the struggles of my young children. I would lean over the railing he stood on starring at the sky just talking and pouring my heart out. Charlie would stand silently listening and holding the space for me to cry sharing the most intimate details of my fears. It is funny talking to a crow but it just felt right, you see we were both in need.
Through watching Charlie I learned that I could survive and like Charlie it would take great courage and trust that I would find the support I needed. I just needed to believe in me and have faith in the creator.
What a gift this crow gave to me just when I needed it the most. Funny how the creator brings those together in need!
Again I awoke to my young son!
“Mommy, Mommy there’s another crow Mommy!”
It’s ok Jessie
“No Mommy he is going to eat Charlie’s food”
You see my son decided he was Charlie’s guardian and took his Job quite personally. No Jessie he is going to take Charlie home!
“Is Charlie going to be ok Mommy?”
Yes, Jessie he is and so are we!
You see crows decide on the faith of each other and will throw one of their members out if sick. They will also welcome them back into the flock when it is safe too.
I smiled as Charlie flew away knowing the fears of surviving on my own with two small children were healing. Knowing if I just trust and believe the creator would send us just what we need.
I often wonder why Charlie the crow came to us that day, maybe it is to ponder the magic of crow or how two souls can understand each other’s needs. Who knows, what I do know is creator has a greater plan for me and crow brought us magic that day!
Crow brought me the magic of surviving on my own. How two souls can communicate and understand each other’s needs and that the creator works in mysterious ways!
Key words:
Communication, Knowing, Understanding, Trust, Belief, Courage, Faith and Support
That would not be the only lesson Crow would bring to me. There is a reason they call them a murder of crows and some truth in the old Irish wife’s tail.
If a crow touched ones shoulder someone would pass away.
I was working for Parks cutting grass. It was a hot day and I had stopped to drink some water.
I remember taking off my work hat and it was like this crow had me targeted. He came from behind I never saw him coming for if I did he would never have touched me and touch me he did!
As a women of Irish decent it is not a good thing for a Crow to touch you, for he can be the harbourer of death. Yet who truly believes in the old ways, the ways of the ancestors.
All I remember of this encounter with the crow is his wing touching my shoulder and flipping my hair off my shoulder and the worst feeling “a crow had touched my shoulder”. The Irish in me immediately went into fear. It’s an omen this can’t be happening to me and yet it just did!
I remember thinking had I not lost enough women in my life! You see he touched my left side my feminine side and I knew another woman of my family would be leaving my life. My Mother had died not even a year before. I had not even got back on my feet from that devastating blow and now I would lose another woman who had touched my soul.
I thought Sandra give your head a shake it is just an old wife’s tail, an old Irish omen, but I could not shake the feeling of dread. I told myself a crow did not touch your shoulder when mom passed so why are you putting so much onus on this experience. I tried to comfort myself telling myself it was nothing, it was all in my head. Still that feeling of dread was there and I could feel it all over my body and I knew the body never lies!
Sure enough the next morning I got the call My Auntie Joyce had passed and sorrow hit me like a bat hits a baseball hard and fast. So I learned there was something to be said about the old ways and there omens.
I wondered why, why would the crow touch my shoulder with my auntie and not my mother, but I knew I had known the day I watched her in the car mirror as I drove away. Know crow needed to tell me my mother would be leaving this world. I still wish I had turned back that day, I wish I had listen!
Sometimes it’s very hard being a psychic!
I was very close to my auntie Joyce she brought laughter and joy into our life’s and was loved deeply by all of us. I believe spirit was preparing me using the crow to harbour the news of death once again and the sorrow it would bring so I would be ready for the call. Maybe it was my auntie’s way of saying good bye Maybe it was the ancestor letting me know there is merit to the old ways.
May be Crow is just a Crow that likes shiny things or maybe crow brings magic to you and me!
Interesting Fact about Crow
What’s a murder of crows?
A group of crows is called a “murder.” There are several different explanations for the origin of this term, mostly based on old folk tales and superstitions.
For instance, there is a folktale that crows will gather and decide the capital fate of another crow. I believe this folktale aligns with my story. I feel Charlie was thrown out because he was ill and when he was over his illness they came to bring him home.
Many view the appearance of crows as an omen of death because ravens and crows are scavengers and are generally associated with dead bodies, battlefields, and cemeteries, and they’re thought to circle in large numbers above sites where animals or people are expected to soon die.
But the term “murder of crows” mostly reflects a time when groupings of many animals had colorful and poetic names. Other fun examples of “group” names include: an ostentation of peacocks, a parliament of owls, a knot of frogs, and a skulk of foxes.
Crows are very social and have a tight-knit family. You will often see them circle together over head when one of their murder has died. They take time to morn their dead and will remember if you have killed one of their group and have long memories. They roost in huge numbers to protect themselves from enemies like hawks, owls, and raccoons.
Crows also use at least 250 different calls. They seem to be able to communicate their needs to humans as you have seen with my story.
The distress call brings other crows to their aid, as crows will defend unrelated crows. Crows mate for life.
My experience with crow protecting another bird was a black eyed Junco. I would like to believe Charlie was the crow cawing at me bobbing his head up and down then looking at my cat. He did this several times insistently cawing then turning to look at my cat. Well it so happened that my cat was torturing this pore bird. Plucking its tail feathers out one by one and the crow did not like it one bit.
A Murder of Crows proves crows are actually very social and caring creatures, and also among the smartest animals on the planet.
Crows are members of the Corvidae family, which also includes ravens, magpies, and blue jays. Loud, rambunctious, and very intelligent.