Thursday, January 13, 2011

The Crow

This is my "contribution" to Lisa-Jo's Five Minute Friday. Hop on over to her place and join in the fun.


Start:
I heard him before I saw him. He sounded like a duck and so I looked into the sky to see if I could see him. Nothing. But perched on top of the telephone pole was a huge crow.

I could hardly believe it. Crows don't live here in my little south Texas town. Grackles, yes - but not crows. I looked closer to see if perhaps it was a turkey vulture after all. However it was definitely a crow. Amazing!

I saw him again a few days later. He looked so lonely. I couldn't imagine how he happened to turn up here. Had he taken a wrong turn somewhere during a migration south? Do crows migrate? I don't think so.

He sounded so mournful, cawing plaintively from his perch on yet another telephone pole. My neighbor said she had seen him too when she was out walking. Perhaps he was longing for some company - a friendly face to point him toward home.

I saw him again this morning. He flew overhead before taking up his usual position. I confess, I tried cawing back. I don't think I did a very convincing "caw."

Stop:

Blessings,
Linda


8 comments:

Cheryl Smith said...

That's fantastic - cawing at a lonely crow. You mimick the heart of God for relationship.

By the way, I'm not sure I could tell the difference between a grackle and a crow, other than by the sound.

S. Etole said...

I was surprised to see a raven the other day. It's not a usual sight in the winter. I love that you tried to communicate with his loneliness.

grammy said...

Must be missing it's mate. They mate for life. I always Caw back at crows when with the little' s...then they do the same.
My blooger friend at myweathervane.blogspot.com says he town of Dansville Illinois has or had a population of 200.000 crows. One not so bad...but I could not stand that many (o:

lil red hen said...

We have crows all year round. They got most of my pecans this year. They come to the back door to eat the cat's food and wait for me at the chicken houses, hoping to get a hand-out. We had a bald eagle in a tree in the yard one morning last week.

B. Meandering said...

I would have loved to be there to hear and see you cawing at that crow! I always think of Poe's "The Raven" when I see a crow and it usually makes me shudder. You show me a different perspective--make me feel concern for it--that's good.
I followed your lead and really enjoyed Lisa-Jo's idea. What a fun idea!

Brian Miller said...

beautiful capture not only of him but the feelings he may be having...hope he finds a friend...thanks for your words over at emily's today...

Ryan and Melanie said...

I love the confession of you cawing back. Such beautiful description.

And thank you for stopping by my blog and blessing me with your kind words.

And never stop writing.It's not too late! We all have a part to play in God's grand story. Let's write for God and leave the results up to him.

Many blessings to you, sweet Linda. Happy writing.

deb said...

oh, how very touching.
and you..

you are the real deal Linda.