At first it was creepy
I met Julia, and her mate, Julius, the day when we moved to our new home.
You can read about the MOVING DAY OMEN in part 1 of this post series.
After we settled into our new home, we always heard and saw a group of crows in the backyard, so we thought they were nesting close by. The property is surrounded by acres of tall and busy pine trees as well as oak and willow trees and thick bushes of all kinds. They have plenty of spaces to pick the best nesting site.
They were watching us all the time, especially the female crow, Julia. It's hard to tell them apart, but I noticed that the male was slightly larger and his voice was a little deeper, so not knowing for sure, I assumed their gender.
Julia's favorite perching place was a tree stump in the back where she could see the house and the entire front yard. She stood there for hours silently watching, and sometimes the male joined her for a short time. It was creepy at first, but we quickly got used to their presence.
I always saw and heard the two of them and I thought about Grandma's little verse: Two announce the arrival of upcoming good luck.
"Keep bringing us good luck." I told Julia who was watching me from a branch when a few times a week I put walnuts and small scraps of meet on the tree stump before I drove to work. This kind of became a routine and after a few days, she started acknowledging me with a head-bob and a short caw, as if greeting me or thanking me.
Weeks went by and one day I noticed something peculiar. I heard Julia cawing twice when I walked down the driveway to greet my daughter who was getting off the school bus. The next morning Julia cawed twice again in the morning and in the afternoon before the school bus showed up at the end of the driveway.
I thought about it and realized that she'd been doing that for weeks. I started paying more attention and noticed that she was silent on weekends and on days when the school was closed. Smart and observant bird, I thought and started paying more attention to her.
One afternoon Julia was alone when I got out of my car after work. I didn't see or heard her mate as usual, but I thought he was out feeding and went into the house.
The next morning Julia was alone, again, and cawed 3-4 times when I got into my car. I drove a few miles and suddenly, my car swirled and shook. It scared the breath out of me, but I managed to pull over. I had a flat tire. "Just great!" I mumbled while changed the tire. "My boss will not believe me when I tell him why I'm late."
At work, I slipped on a glob of butter that fell off the breakfast cart, and I pulled the muscle in my leg trying to brace myself. Then Grandma's verse popped into my mind as I limped down the long hospital hall: One crow alone and your life turns to muck.
Could it be true or am I losing my mind? I thought alarmed as I recalled slicing my finger while cutting vegetables for dinner the night before, and then stubbing my toe stumbling to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
I got through the shift after a pen exploded in my pocket, and I managed to spill tomato soup on my uniform top. What else is going to happen? I thought on the way home. I drove cautiously keeping to the speed limit and kept both hands on the steering-wheal prepared for another flat tire.
When I pulled into the driveway, the first thing I did was look for the crows. Phew! I sighed in relief when I saw the pair perching on the oak branch, side by side.
From then on the weeks went by uneventfully, until Julia showed up alone, again.
Next time I'll tell you more about Julia and her family.
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