Yesterday the strangest thing happened.
I walked to the ocean, and on the way, I passed a little bus stop, with three crows perched on the telephone wire above. When they saw me they began cawing loudly, and began to circle. I thought this was terribly neat-- crows are great, and magical shrieking crows are lovely.
And then.
One of them swooped down to attack me.
It missed me by a few feet. I walked to the end of lover's point, a jutting out bit of rock over the ocean, and they followed me the entire three blocks there. Tree to tree, and eventually rock to rock, cawing, and shrieking, and swooping towards my head.
I asked them what they wanted, and of course, they didn't answer. Eventually I told them I knew people versed in the ways of hostile birds, and would call for reinforcements if they attacked me again. And they stopped. And fell silent. And eerily, followed me the three blocks back to the bus stop, without making a sound.
At the bus stop, the three crows perched back on the wire, and silently watched me walk away back to my little guest house.
Posted by Olga at May 13, 2005 10:01 AMCrows generally mean change. They are Kali's birds. "How can things change so drastically so quickly??" Maybe you should listen to them.
Posted by: serendipity at June 5, 2005 11:47 AMOh, I think I like that interpretation best of all the ones I've heard...
Posted by: Olga at June 5, 2005 05:47 PM