A message or coincident?
I met Julia, and her mate, Julius, the day when we moved to our new home.
If you haven't been following the story of my crow friends in the Omen or Silly Superstition post series, read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4.
I watched Julia and Julius raising their young and go about their daily business. After they did their beautiful mating ritual in the spring, they left their usual nest in the backyard and moved deeper into the woods and chose a secluded area to raise their young.
One spring I found their nesting place and watched from afar how Julia sat on the eggs and her family brought food for her. By then I read up on these majestic birds and knew that the young stay with their parents for about two years and help to raise the newly hatched siblings.
The young crows fed Julia with her favorite treat, earthworms. I watched them standing still in the clearing where the soil was rich and soft. They seemed to be listening for a few seconds, turning their heads, and then their strong beaks came down with a swift move, turning the soil. They picked up the exposed worms and swallowed a few before flying away with one wiggling in their beaks.
Although the young crows patrolled the property regularly, I missed seeing Julia and Julius in the morning. To my great disappointment, their usual sounds were replaced by the screeching cries of a pair of Blue Jays. Although they're beautiful birds, they're I preferred not to have them close to my bedroom window. Their loud chatter have the same effect on my nerves as the teacher's fingernails on the blackboard in second grade.
To my delight, the crows were annoyed by the Blue Jays too, as they were having breakfast in the back, and they angrily swooped down on the blue birds sounding a battle cry. The Blue Jays held on for a few minutes but after they received a few painful pecks by crow beaks, they decided to nest somewhere else.
A few weeks later my heart sank when I saw eight crows in the backyard. It reminded me of Grandma's verse: "Eight crows rarely appear but predict grief in one's life."
My day was filled with anxiety and fear. I kept thinking. Can they really predict something bad? I couldn't concentrate on work, I was waiting and hoping that nothing bad will happen.
When the phone rang after dinner, my nerves were frayed and I was ready to jump out of my skin. And the sad news came. My aunt who had end stage MS had passed away.
Was the gathering of the crows a prediction or just a coincidence? I may never know. But from then on, I payed a lot more attention to the number of crows.
I'm a writer. Am I telling you a true story or part of it is true and part of it is the figment of my imagination? You decide!
This episode concludes my Crow Family Saga blog post series. As I'm recalling more and more memories of the past 28 years, I decided to write and publish the story of my crow friends as a book. It will take me a few months to write and edit it, but I will let you know when the book will be published.
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Erika M Szabo
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