Showing posts with label Corvidae. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Corvidae. Show all posts
Friday, August 28, 2026
Tuesday, January 20, 2026
The Dust of Snow
Robert Frost (1874-1963) was a celebrated American poet known for his realistic portrayals of rural life, especially in New England, and his masterful use of everyday American speech to explore philosophical themes about nature, humanity and choices, making him one of the 20th century's most beloved and widely read poets, a four-time Pulitzer Prize winner, and the unofficial U.S. poet laureate. (Ai summary)
Thursday, September 8, 2022
Thursday, August 11, 2022
Thursday, July 21, 2022
Sunday, September 5, 2021
My Kind of Corvid
I love crows and ravens for their wisecracking voices and for that black-on-black gleam of sagacity in their eyes. They figure things out. They see us. They know us for what we are, which is why they keep a wary distance but remind us, with their taunts, that they are not overly impressed.
Thursday, December 3, 2020
Thursday, August 2, 2018
Friday, September 22, 2017
Look What I Found at Dollar Tree Today
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
The Yin and Yang of Ravens
A white (not albino) raven and his counterpart on Vancouver Island. Native American legends about white raven legends talk about them being the
bringers of light and tricksters.
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| White flight |
Friday, January 29, 2016
Who Has Seen Anything Cleaner?
…I wish we could be friends,
but when he sees me
daring to look at
him
he opens his
strong arms
that are dressed, always, in the darkest ribbons,
and floats off —
but only a little
way
and he’s down
again on the sandy track.
and who has seen yet anything cleaner,
bolder,
more gleaming, more
certain of its philosophy
than the eye he
turns back?
From ‘Crow’ by Mary
Oliver
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Friday, August 21, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Saturday, March 21, 2015
The Crow in the Know
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| Art by Tiger-Tyger |
I have always been drawn
to the crows and ravens, with their uncanny intelligence. They reason, they
play, they recognize both their friends and their enemies. I’ve always thought
that observing their non-mammalian intelligence and comparing it to our own
would give us clues to the nature of intelligence itself, exclusive of its
particular biological form.
Some videos illustrate my
fascination. Here, crows solve complex problems. And here, crows teach themselves to work a vending machine. And there’s this. Here, a drowning crow is rescued by a bear. Not quite sure what that illustrates, but I think it’s pretty
wonderful.
Friday, February 27, 2015
The Wonder of Crows
By Travis Gettys
She often photographs the crows and other birds, and she lost her lens cap in a nearby alley a few weeks
ago while photographing a bald eagle.
When she returned home, the
lens cap was sitting on the edge of the birdbath.
Mann checked video from
the surveillance camera she set up to record the birds and spotted a crow
bringing the lens cap into the yard, walking it to the birdbath, and then
rinsing it off. “I’m sure that it was
intentional,” she said. “They watch us all the time. I’m sure they knew I
dropped it. I’m sure they decided they wanted to return it.”
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Crows in a Strong Wind
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| Painting by Sophy White |
By Cornelius Eady
Off go the crows from the roof.
The crows can’t hold on.
They might as well
Be perched on an oil slick.
Such an awkward dance,
These gentlemen
In their spottled-black coats.
Such a tipsy dance,
As if they didn’t know where they were.
Such a humorous dance,
As they try to set things right,
As the wind reduces them.
Such a sorrowful dance.
How embarrassing is love
When it goes wrong
In front of everyone.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
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