Oh, you sciencey-types. I wander around out there in all that science not knowing what any of it means, being just my plain old superstitious self, and today I was marvelling at the fact that it was just this weekend that I learned that the mysterious calendula I see in all my magic books is just marigolds. Ha! Not that I don’t love marigolds. But you know, calendula in a chain over your door keeps away evil. Marigolds in a chain over your door looks like a party!
Anyway, the crows. The crows seem to have an understanding of us. We were walking up Lloyd and there were three crows in the big tree in the north pasture and they started hollering the minute they saw us. But here’s what was really interesting. As we got closer, the crow at the top back of the tree would holler and one of the other crows would take off, make a big circle over our heads, and return to the tree. Then, in the distance, we heard other crows answer. Then the back crow hollered again, and the other crow took off, circled over us, the other crows in the distance answered, and it returned to the tree. And then, the third crow hollered again and one by one, the three crows took off from the tree and flew off in the direction we heard the other calls coming from.
When we got to the top of the hill–yes, the hill of doom–and crossed the road to turn around (hey, we’re making progress, but not that quickly), we heard the crows again. And then, when we got to the AT&T building and began to cut across back yards, we heard them again.
Sciencey-folks, were they keeping each other apprised of our walk? It sure seemed like it.