My brother has a house on a river that happens to be a path for migratory birds, so he gets a chance to do some fine bird watching. And he reminded me that today is National Bird Counting day. This is the final day in the 113th Annual Audubon Christmas Bird Count. According to the Audubon Society this is the longest running Citizen Science survey in the world, with the count provides critical data on bird population trends.
I’m not really a bird watcher nor a counter, but I most definitely am a bird lover. And I particularly love crows. I’m consider myself very blessed to carry Crow medicine.
And perhaps I am a counter. Remember this rhyme? There are so many versions but this is my favorite:
One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
Eight for a wish,
Nine for a kiss,
Ten for a time
Of joyous bliss.
I love the photo above of a crow perched on an angel. I think it perfectly captures the paradox that is Crow. Profoundly Earthy, even profane, a trickster, Crow is clever and knows how to have fun; AND Crow is connected to the sacred realms.
Aimee Nezhukumatathil wrote a wonderful prose poem entitled Crow Joy about how the gold leaf on the domes in Kremlin was scratched off by crows sliding down the roofs. That image makes me laugh. It seems so utterly crow-like — the dance of the sacred and the profane.
Crows DO know how to have fun. This video of a Russian crow demonstrates that clearly. And it’s not hard to imagine those gold-leafed Kremlin domes getting the same treatment.
Did that make you smile?
I wish you all the bliss that sighting ten crows can bring, and a roof full of delight.