The Crows of N 25th st have been around for as long as I have lived in the neighborhood. Surprisingly that being around 16 years or so now I can't say that I ever paid too much attention to their presence over that time. I remember that they use to harass the old lady across the street every time she would walk down to the supermarket down the block...and wait until she finished shopping and then harass her all the way back to her house. Witnessing that I assumed in the back of my mind that the old lady was a witch of some sort attracting that kind of attention from the Crows. The old lady passed away a couple of years ago and I hadn't noticed any particular behavior from the neighborhood Crows that would attract my attention in one way or another. Recently I have had more time on my hands than I would desire and began noticing a Crow sitting on my neighbors roof last December looking in at me through the upstairs window and paying a lot of attention to me and my two parrots. I remember thinking how odd it was of this bird to be making eye contact with me and observing the activities in my own little home. This piqued my curiosity and I began to learn as much as I could about Crows as a species and how they are viewed historically in the world's many cultures. While I have always given high marks to my own parrots as being rather intelligent as compared to us humans...I had literally no idea just how brilliant Crows really are. Not only are they quite possibly the second highest intelligent life form besides man on this planet...but they occupy a unique and common history with humans as far as their spiritual concepts and mystic belief systems. The rise of the Crow as a dominant species is in lock step with the ascent of man in this world. We are inseparable and intrinsically linked at the hip anthropologically as well as socially. Crows live in family groupings involving a "mother" Crow and her children. They are dedicated to their kids and will nurture their children for years. Father Crows live in bachelor rookeries and mainly only interact socially with their mates during breeding season. The family grouping of the N. 25th st Crows is no different as the "mother" Crow is the leader of her little family. The more she paid attention to me and the more I paid attention to her the more comfortable she became with me. I decided to take the next step and on a leap of faith I installed a perch outside my window adjacent to a small ledge on the fireplace and began leaving her peanuts and other treats to see if she felt safe enough to actually come to the window and feed. Needless to say it didn't take long and my "mommy" Crow was flying up to the window and gazing at me through the glass for extended periods. Their are other Crows and I wish I could tell them apart better than I can...but I mainly can tell it is my friend by the way she behaves towards me (she has a strange gait to her walk) and how she is so brave and comes right up and looks me in the eyes as if we know each other. Recently she has taken to the habit of calling out to me when she sees me in the neighborhood. Very odd that she recognizes me and announces my presence to the world. They have adopted my home as an integral part of their territory and defend it fiercely from all foes. Seagulls, pigeons, starlings, and other bird types are not allowed to nest nor linger for long without an immediate response from "mother" and her family. I am now conducting an attempt to draw her in closer when I actually am outside by the use of hand gestures and providing peanuts as an easy reward. For now she sits from afar and just observes me and calls out my presence to the clan. Her calling is a vocalization not associated with the repeated "cawing" of an alert status reserved for their enemies but one designed to alert me of her presence and that she sees me...and that I am not considered an enemy by her or her brood. I will continue to feed my little grouping on N. 25th and encourage anyone reading this posting to do the same. They DO recognize you...and they DO remember! They are second only to people in intelligence and are uniquely adapted to live in human environments. It is too bad that we often just consider Crows as a nuisance pest when they actually possess great intelligence...have thrived in man's urban habitats...and have some spiritual mystic connection with us. I find it incomprehensible that we cannot find some use or purpose for the brilliant Crows amongst us. Humans should engage Crows...feed and care for them...so it could be trained en masse to offer some beneficial role for modern society.
The Mysterious Corvid
Aesop's Fables...the Crow and the Pitcher...A Fable?
A Crow, half-dead with thirst, came upon a Pitcher which had once been full of water; but when the Crow put its beak into the mouth of the Pitcher he found that only very little water was left in it, and that he could not reach far enough down to get at it. He tried, and he tried, but at last had to give up in despair. Then a thought came to him, and he took a pebble and dropped it into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped it into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. At last, at last, he saw the water mount up near him, and after casting in a few more pebbles he was able to quench his thirst and save his life.
Little by little does the trick!
Little by little does the trick!
I don't think Aesop's Fable of the Crow and the Pitcher isn't such a fable after all! Perhaps the stories, legends, and myths have a bit more of a factual basis than we have previously thought. This is just one example demonstrating that perhaps Aesop directly observed this behavior and reported on it.
Homeless Man in LA Has a Strange Relationship...
I don't even know what to say about this "relationship" except that our legends and myths are filled with tales of Crows and Ravens and their strange mystic relationship with humans! Intelligence is a facet of existence shared by more beings in this world than just humanity. The Native American tribes referred to them as a "people" and they were sacred to them. I am beginning to learn why! The 25th st crows know me and call to me when I go outside and leave the house. Strange that they can recognize individuals as I can't tell them apart at all...except for the Mother Crow as I can always tell its her! She is so smart and brave! Comes up to the window and looks right in at me!
The "Mother" Crow of N 25th st looking in at me as she checks out whats for breakfast. She is the leader of this little Crow family and I think all her companions are her kids as they follow her around constantly AND she still kinda feeds them by taking food and "stashing" it in plain sight!
Terry the Talking Raven and his Roommate Merlin
Joe the Crow
Tallahassee Democrat, September 9, 1996
Crows are curious, smart and misunderstood
by Sandy Beck
When I talk about crows, I always risk the scientific sin of anthropomorphism: ascribing human characteristics to other species. However, I will take that risk to shed light on my favorite bird – exceptionally curious, observant, sociable, cooperative, resourceful, intelligent, misunderstood and under appreciated.
At St. Francis Wildlife, many volunteers who help raise and care for orphaned or injured animals eventually become specialists. There are Squirrel Mamas, Bunny Papas, and Possum Mamas. It was in the spring of 1989 that I first became a Crow Mama. A local veterinarian suspected that the orphaned baby crow entrusted in my care had ingested some type of poison. The bird was extremely weak and couldn't lift his head or move his legs. The doctor thought that he would never be releasable but, with proper diet and exercise, might become an excellent education bird.I fed him moistened high-protein dog food, insects, a variety of fruit, and vitamin supplements. He especially liked blueberries. He grew stronger and more alert, but still hadn't regained full use of his legs. During the next few months, "Joe" and I were constant companions. I read everything I could find about crows. Crows are members of the family Corvidae, which includes jays, magpies, ravens and many varieties of crows. One of the most widespread and adaptable of birds, they are found in practically every part of the world except New Zealand. Many people think the large black birds they often see alongside vultures pecking at carrion on Florida's country roads and interstates are ravens. Ravens, in fact, do not live in Florida. But we do have two species of crows: the America crow and the fish crow. It is difficult to tell these two species apart. Their habitats overlap and, at first glance, they are indistinguishable. The American crow is about 17 inches from the tip of its bill to the end of its tail. Fish crows are a bit smaller. Their call is also a nasal "uh uh," as if saying "no." However, the juvenile American crow's begging call is similar, so it is especially difficult to tell these two species apart during the summer breeding months.Crows have a big fan club as well as well as a large number of critics. They have a reputation for destroying gardens, farm crops and the nests of other birds. Covids can and do eat almost anything. Hence the words ravenous, meaning extremely hungry or greedy, and ravage, meaning to destroy or plunder.Crows also have a wicked sense of humor. There are many stories of crows snipping clothespins off lines just to watch the clean sheets fall to the ground. Others like to undo shoelaces. Jimbo, an education crow who lives with us, clearly enjoys sneaking up behind our sleeping cats, pulling their tails, then running down the hallway to hide behind the bathroom door.He also likes to dive bomb them from his roost on the bookcase. We have unusually tolerant cats. This comes from being raised indoors, but that's another story.Crows are great mimics. Joe imitated my squeaky laugh. Jimbo calls like a barred owl, moos like a bull in heat, and clicks like a computer booting up. This was all accomplished without having their tongues cut.About 1900 years ago, a Roman called "Piney the Elder" wrote that if the tongue of a crow was split, it could then learn to talk. Of course, the only thing this will accomplish is having the crow bleed to death. It amazes and saddens me how many times I still hear this "fact."Crows also have their own, highly evolved language and society. They live in close-knit families of at least nine birds. The leader acts as a lookout, stationing himself at the top of the tallest tree while others forage or attend to other crow business. The leader uses a wide repertoire of calls to alert his family to different situations. A scolding call warns of an approaching predator, a fox or an owl; a rallying call, means that the predator is closing in; and an assembly call is sounded when it's time to mob the enemy. There is also a dispersal call, the crow equivalent of "scatter!" In all, 23 different "phrases" have been recorded. In Florida, crows are protected by the Migratory Bird Treaty Act, and hunters are permitted to hunt them only in crow hunting season. There is, however the "Killing Destructive Birds and Mammals" rule: "Blackbirds, cowbirds, grackles or crows may be taken when committing or about to commit depredation upon ornamental trees, agricultural crops, livestock or wildlife." Read: fair game any time of year. Few animals in North America have been as persecuted as the crow. Their roosts are still dynamited and thousands are poisoned each year. Fort Cobb Oklahoma, the heart of Oklahoma's rich peanut crop, boasts the world's largest crow roost. I learned this fact in a eye-opening but (mercifully) out-of-print book, The Varmint and Crow Hunter's Bible, which I picked up in a local used book store. It also includes chapters on such "nuisances" as bobcats, coyotes, snakes, great horned owls and foxes.During harvest season, the Fort Cobb State Recreation Area drew as many as ten million crows. To coincide with this event, they hosted the annual Fort Cobb Crow Shoot. No bag limit.Red Watt, the author's "all-time favorite crow-shooting buddy" came all the way from Omaha to score between 80 and 90,000 each year. Red's pet crow named Judas was an excellent live decoy. Red also mimicked a young crow's distress call.When I called Ft. Cobb recently to ask if they were still planning their crow shoot for this year, the park ranger said, "You know, it's the darndest thing. We haven't seen a single crow in these parts for six years now." Small wonder.There's no doubt that great flocks of crows descending on an orchard of ripening fruit or a field of corn or peanuts could do thousands of dollars worth of damage in a few hours. But no situation is ever totally white . . . or black. Case in point: A New Jersey farmer hired marksmen to stand in his field and shoot the crows which landed on his asparagus field each morning. They shot the crows, but the asparagus didn't grow. After careful investigation the farmer discovered a cutworm infestation. When the crows were allowed to return to return to the field, they resumed their cutworm feast and the farmer harvested his asparagus. Henry Ward Beecher, an eminent 19th century American preacher and naturalist once said that if human beings wore wings and feathers, very few would be clever enough to be crows. In the January 1996 issue of the British journal Nature, there was an account of apparent tool use among crows, specifically the New Caledonian Crow, found on islands which lie about 900 miles east of Australia. After spending three years observing these crows, biologist Gavin Hunt found that the birds used twigs and leaf spines to impale and extract insects from crevices in trees and from under loose bark. This activity among New Caledonia crows was first reported about 25 years ago, and many other mammals and birds, including several species of corvids, have been observed using sticks, leaves, stones and other objects to forage for food.However, in addition to using tools, these birds also appear to manufacture them. There have been very few reports of any other species doing this. According to Hunt, the New Caledonian crows made two distinct types of tools. Using their beaks as scissors and snippers, they fashioned hooks from twigs and barbed, serrated rakes or combs from stiff, leathery leaves. The crows also did not discard these tools after using them once but carried them from one foraging spot to another. For those who still subscribe to Descartes' philosophy which separated man from all other creatures by his power to reason (I think, therefore I am), this behavior may prove unsettling.Joe the crow was extremely curious and observant. He liked to study things -- peanuts, raisins, specks of dust -- floating in his water dish. Then, for 20 minutes or so, he used his long beak to carefully sail these objects around the dish, like a child would move a wooden boat in a bathtub. It was fascinating to watch him.During one of these "play periods," we happened to lock gazes. Have patience, I thought, you'll soon be standing, maybe even flying. He held my finger tightly in his beak and gave me a, beady, black stare as he softly gurgled and cooed deep in his throat.
Joe became the "hit" of St. Francis Wildlife's education program which we took into the schools. I taught students how to gently lay Joe on their laps and help him with the isometric exercises that the veterinarian felt might strengthen his legs. As Joe lay on his back, legs in the air, the students provided gentle resistance with their fingers as he pushed back with his feet. During his six-month reevaluation exam, the veterinarian decided that Joe's condition had begun to deteriorate and that the kindest action would be euthanasia. I couldn't look back as I left his office.I tried to put Joe's life in perspective by thinking of the invaluable lessons this bird taught so many. All creatures, even crows, are thinking, feeling beings of intrinsic worth and intelligence. The Potawatomi Indians, who lived in our eastern forests, believed that crows were risen people. When I returned home, I found a shiny black feather in Joe's empty cage. Some Native Americans also believe if you take a feather from a bird who has died and toss it into the wind, that bird will fly forever. I stood on the back porch, blew the feather from my open hand, and watched as the wind carried it into the woods.
Crows are curious, smart and misunderstood
by Sandy Beck
When I talk about crows, I always risk the scientific sin of anthropomorphism: ascribing human characteristics to other species. However, I will take that risk to shed light on my favorite bird – exceptionally curious, observant, sociable, cooperative, resourceful, intelligent, misunderstood and under appreciated.
At St. Francis Wildlife, many volunteers who help raise and care for orphaned or injured animals eventually become specialists. There are Squirrel Mamas, Bunny Papas, and Possum Mamas. It was in the spring of 1989 that I first became a Crow Mama. A local veterinarian suspected that the orphaned baby crow entrusted in my care had ingested some type of poison. The bird was extremely weak and couldn't lift his head or move his legs. The doctor thought that he would never be releasable but, with proper diet and exercise, might become an excellent education bird.I fed him moistened high-protein dog food, insects, a variety of fruit, and vitamin supplements. He especially liked blueberries. He grew stronger and more alert, but still hadn't regained full use of his legs. During the next few months, "Joe" and I were constant companions. I read everything I could find about crows. Crows are members of the family Corvidae, which includes jays, magpies, ravens and many varieties of crows. One of the most widespread and adaptable of birds, they are found in practically every part of the world except New Zealand. Many people think the large black birds they often see alongside vultures pecking at carrion on Florida's country roads and interstates are ravens. Ravens, in fact, do not live in Florida. But we do have two species of crows: the America crow and the fish crow. It is difficult to tell these two species apart. Their habitats overlap and, at first glance, they are indistinguishable. The American crow is about 17 inches from the tip of its bill to the end of its tail. Fish crows are a bit smaller. Their call is also a nasal "uh uh," as if saying "no." However, the juvenile American crow's begging call is similar, so it is especially difficult to tell these two species apart during the summer breeding months.Crows have a big fan club as well as well as a large number of critics. They have a reputation for destroying gardens, farm crops and the nests of other birds. Covids can and do eat almost anything. Hence the words ravenous, meaning extremely hungry or greedy, and ravage, meaning to destroy or plunder.Crows also have a wicked sense of humor. There are many stories of crows snipping clothespins off lines just to watch the clean sheets fall to the ground. Others like to undo shoelaces. Jimbo, an education crow who lives with us, clearly enjoys sneaking up behind our sleeping cats, pulling their tails, then running down the hallway to hide behind the bathroom door.He also likes to dive bomb them from his roost on the bookcase. We have unusually tolerant cats. This comes from being raised indoors, but that's another story.Crows are great mimics. Joe imitated my squeaky laugh. Jimbo calls like a barred owl, moos like a bull in heat, and clicks like a computer booting up. This was all accomplished without having their tongues cut.About 1900 years ago, a Roman called "Piney the Elder" wrote that if the tongue of a crow was split, it could then learn to talk. Of course, the only thing this will accomplish is having the crow bleed to death. It amazes and saddens me how many times I still hear this "fact."Crows also have their own, highly evolved language and society. They live in close-knit families of at least nine birds. The leader acts as a lookout, stationing himself at the top of the tallest tree while others forage or attend to other crow business. The leader uses a wide repertoire of calls to alert his family to different situations. A scolding call warns of an approaching predator, a fox or an owl; a rallying call, means that the predator is closing in; and an assembly call is sounded when it's time to mob the enemy. There is also a dispersal call, the crow equivalent of "scatter!" In all, 23 different "phrases" have been recorded. In Florida, crows are protected by the Migratory Bird Treaty Act, and hunters are permitted to hunt them only in crow hunting season. There is, however the "Killing Destructive Birds and Mammals" rule: "Blackbirds, cowbirds, grackles or crows may be taken when committing or about to commit depredation upon ornamental trees, agricultural crops, livestock or wildlife." Read: fair game any time of year. Few animals in North America have been as persecuted as the crow. Their roosts are still dynamited and thousands are poisoned each year. Fort Cobb Oklahoma, the heart of Oklahoma's rich peanut crop, boasts the world's largest crow roost. I learned this fact in a eye-opening but (mercifully) out-of-print book, The Varmint and Crow Hunter's Bible, which I picked up in a local used book store. It also includes chapters on such "nuisances" as bobcats, coyotes, snakes, great horned owls and foxes.During harvest season, the Fort Cobb State Recreation Area drew as many as ten million crows. To coincide with this event, they hosted the annual Fort Cobb Crow Shoot. No bag limit.Red Watt, the author's "all-time favorite crow-shooting buddy" came all the way from Omaha to score between 80 and 90,000 each year. Red's pet crow named Judas was an excellent live decoy. Red also mimicked a young crow's distress call.When I called Ft. Cobb recently to ask if they were still planning their crow shoot for this year, the park ranger said, "You know, it's the darndest thing. We haven't seen a single crow in these parts for six years now." Small wonder.There's no doubt that great flocks of crows descending on an orchard of ripening fruit or a field of corn or peanuts could do thousands of dollars worth of damage in a few hours. But no situation is ever totally white . . . or black. Case in point: A New Jersey farmer hired marksmen to stand in his field and shoot the crows which landed on his asparagus field each morning. They shot the crows, but the asparagus didn't grow. After careful investigation the farmer discovered a cutworm infestation. When the crows were allowed to return to return to the field, they resumed their cutworm feast and the farmer harvested his asparagus. Henry Ward Beecher, an eminent 19th century American preacher and naturalist once said that if human beings wore wings and feathers, very few would be clever enough to be crows. In the January 1996 issue of the British journal Nature, there was an account of apparent tool use among crows, specifically the New Caledonian Crow, found on islands which lie about 900 miles east of Australia. After spending three years observing these crows, biologist Gavin Hunt found that the birds used twigs and leaf spines to impale and extract insects from crevices in trees and from under loose bark. This activity among New Caledonia crows was first reported about 25 years ago, and many other mammals and birds, including several species of corvids, have been observed using sticks, leaves, stones and other objects to forage for food.However, in addition to using tools, these birds also appear to manufacture them. There have been very few reports of any other species doing this. According to Hunt, the New Caledonian crows made two distinct types of tools. Using their beaks as scissors and snippers, they fashioned hooks from twigs and barbed, serrated rakes or combs from stiff, leathery leaves. The crows also did not discard these tools after using them once but carried them from one foraging spot to another. For those who still subscribe to Descartes' philosophy which separated man from all other creatures by his power to reason (I think, therefore I am), this behavior may prove unsettling.Joe the crow was extremely curious and observant. He liked to study things -- peanuts, raisins, specks of dust -- floating in his water dish. Then, for 20 minutes or so, he used his long beak to carefully sail these objects around the dish, like a child would move a wooden boat in a bathtub. It was fascinating to watch him.During one of these "play periods," we happened to lock gazes. Have patience, I thought, you'll soon be standing, maybe even flying. He held my finger tightly in his beak and gave me a, beady, black stare as he softly gurgled and cooed deep in his throat.
Joe became the "hit" of St. Francis Wildlife's education program which we took into the schools. I taught students how to gently lay Joe on their laps and help him with the isometric exercises that the veterinarian felt might strengthen his legs. As Joe lay on his back, legs in the air, the students provided gentle resistance with their fingers as he pushed back with his feet. During his six-month reevaluation exam, the veterinarian decided that Joe's condition had begun to deteriorate and that the kindest action would be euthanasia. I couldn't look back as I left his office.I tried to put Joe's life in perspective by thinking of the invaluable lessons this bird taught so many. All creatures, even crows, are thinking, feeling beings of intrinsic worth and intelligence. The Potawatomi Indians, who lived in our eastern forests, believed that crows were risen people. When I returned home, I found a shiny black feather in Joe's empty cage. Some Native Americans also believe if you take a feather from a bird who has died and toss it into the wind, that bird will fly forever. I stood on the back porch, blew the feather from my open hand, and watched as the wind carried it into the woods.
The Amazing Crow People
Above: Watch this amazing experiment on Crow intelligence. A slot machine? Are you kidding me....makes you wonder what tasks Crows can actually be trained to perform. I can see many, many tasks that Crows can be trained for that would be a benefit to mankind! Litter picking and recycling being at the top of the list. Just think of the possibilities!
The Morrigan
Morriganby Danielle Dee
The Morrigan is a goddess of battle, strife, and fertility. Her name translates as either "Great Queen" or "Phantom Queen," and both epithets are entirely appropriate for her. The Morrigan appears as both a single goddess and a trio of goddesses. The other deities who form the trio are Badb ("Crow"), and either Macha (also connotes "Crow") or Nemain ("Frenzy"). The Morrigan frequently appears in the ornithological guise of a hooded crow. She is one of the Tuatha Dé Danann ("Tribe of the goddess Danu") and she helped defeat the Firbolg at the First Battle of Mag Tuireadh and the Fomorians at the Second Battle of Mag Tuireadh.
Origin
The origins of the Morrigan seem to reach directly back to the megalithic cult of the Mothers. The Mothers (Matrones, Idises, Disir, etc.) usually appeared as triple goddesses and their cult was expressed through both battle ecstasy and regenerative ecstasy. It's also interesting to note that later Celtic goddesses of sovereignty, such as the trio of Eriu, Banba, and Fotla, also appear as a trio of female deities who use magic in warfare. "Influence in the sphere of warfare, but by means of magic and incantation rather than through physical strength, is common to these beings." (Ross 205)
Eriu, a goddess connected to the land in a fashion reminiscent of the Mothers, could appear as a beautiful woman or as a crow, as could the Morrigan. The Disir appeared in similar guises. In addition to being battle goddesses, they are significantly associated with fate as well as birth in many cases, along with appearing before a death or to escort the deceased.
There is certainly evidence that the concept of a raven goddess of battle was not limited to the Irish Celts. An inscription found in France which reads Cathubodva, 'Battle Raven', shows that a similar concept was at work among the Gaulish Celts.
Valkyries in Norse cosmology. Both use magic to cast fetters on warriors and choose who will die.
During the Second Battle, the Morrigan "said she would go and destroy Indech son of De Domnann and 'deprive him of the blood of his heart and the kidneys of his valor', and she gave two handfuls of that blood to the hosts. When Indech later appeared in the battle, he was already doomed." (Rees 36)
Compare this to the Washer at the Ford, another guise of the Morrigan. The Washer is usually to be found washing the clothes of men about to die in battle. In effect, she is choosing who will die.
An early German spell found in Merseburg mentions the Indisi, who decided the fortunes of war and the fates of warriors. The Scandinavian "Song of the Spear", quoted in "Njals Saga", gives a detailed description of Valkyries as women weaving on a grisly loom, with severed heads for weights, arrows for shuttles, and entrails for the warp. As they worked, they exulted at the loss of life that would take place. "All is sinister now to see, a cloud of blood moves over the sky, the air is red with the blood of men, and the battle women chant their song." (Davidson 94)
An Old English poem, "Exodus", refers to ravens as choosers of the slain. In all these sources, ravens, choosing of the slain, casting fetters, and female beings are linked.
"As the Norse and English sources show them to us, the walkurjas are figures of awe an even terror, who delight in the deaths of men. As battlefield scavengers, they are very close to the ravens, who are described as waelceasega, "picking over the dead"..." (Our Troth)
"The function of the goddess [the Morrigan] here, it may be noted, is not to attack the hero [Cu Chulainn] with weapons but to render him helpless at a crucial point in the battle, like the valkyries who cast 'fetters' upon warriors ... thus both in Irish and Scandinavian literature we have a conception of female beings associated with battle, both fierce and erotic." (Davidson 97, 100)
The Morrigan and Cu Chulainn
She appeared to the hero Cu Chulainn (son of the god Lugh) and offered her love to him. When he failed to recognize her and rejected her, she told him that she would hinder him when he was in battle. When Cu Chulainn was eventually killed, she settled on his shoulder in the form of a crow. Cu's misfortune was that he never recognized the feminine power of sovereignty that she offered to him.
She appeared to him on at least four occasions and each time he failed to recognize her.
- When she appeared to him and declared her love for him.
- After he had wounded her, she appeared to him as an old hag and he offered his blessings to her, which caused her to be healed.
- On his way to his final battle, he saw the Washer at the Ford, who declared that she was washing the clothes and arms of Cu Chulainn, who would soon be dead.
- When he was forced by three hags (the Morrigan in her triple aspect) to break a taboo of eating dogflesh.
What you looking at?
Above: Old Salish Creation Myth About How Raven Stole the Light!
In ancient Ireland the Crow was worshiped and revered by the Celts and their Druidic priestly class.