Still, it eventually was enough for one to leave, the other soon followed (I think one is really scared of me.)
No idea why, but many large-billed crows were hyper this morning. At some point I saw seven of them in the sky above me (rather high for crow standards).
Mr and Ms Crow eventually showed up but didn't stay long with me. (pictured Mr Crow who's okay with approaching me these days).
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#CrowUpdate I got up (almost woke up) to some large-billed crow's cawings. The south crows (is it them? I think) were right in front of my house and in the park!!! Even if I was not emotionally invested in "my" crows, I would never want those to live near me. That species of crow is so f'ing loud (and when they start cawing, it lasts for hours, somehow). I couldn't do much beyond giving them stern looks from my balcony and in my pajamas. ⤵️
#Crows I had a crow start telling me I was their sweetheart. (A deep coeing croke)I gave it some treats, but I didn't reciprocate otherwise.
#Corvids #Photography
#マストドン写真部 #写真
#urbanphotography #NMPhoto
#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Nameless Shrine (Airisu POV) Post 17
#Wss366 Idol referenced #MastoPrompt Venerable #TimeTravelAuthors #Whatever Early Edo Period
Sumika had barely taken three steps through the thick fog engulfing us when a gong rang, its tones muted by the vapors. Startled by the sound, I watched the fog part to reveal a new scene.
A serviceable path lay before us, with the weeds trimmed back. It sloped down the hill, leading to a woodland shrine surrounded by dazzling ginkgo trees, vibrant in their fall glory. Next to each tree stood a tall, #venerable monk holding a gong. Their skin was as bright and golden as the leaves of the trees next to them.
Around the shrine, the energy was calmer, no longer indigo but violet, shot with indigo bursts. The sense of malevolence had departed, yet the shrine didn’t feel friendly. Instead, it was watchful, wary.
The shrine itself was sparse. A clear spring bubbled from the earth. Suspended from the ginkgos were a bell and wooden prayer plaques. A small offertory box sat before a weathered stone Buddha. A few offerings lay scattered at its feet: wilted flowers, rice on broad leaves, and burnt incense.
One of the golden-skinned monks lifted the lid of the shrine chest. Inside rested an Edo-period kabuto.
Violet light washed across its lacquered plates and bled outward into the grove.
My years of study were not wasted. The helmet was no mere relic. It was a mitamashiro—a spirit-vessel—binding a dead samurai to this place.
This was not a shrine of gratitude. It was a shrine of appeasement.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy
Good morning
a quite windy day had many birds missing.
#bird #birds #BirdsOfFediverse #birdsofmastodon #corvid #corvids #crow #crows #hoodedCrow #hoodedcrows #gull #gulls #starling #starlings #Jackdaw #jackdaws #magpie #pigeon
#Crows All the crows on my route are now thoroughly used to me. They still won't enter the park at the end of it. I trust their judgment; it must be a bad place for crows.
The picture is part of the North Murder. They let up very close and didn't spook at the camera.
birds were around a lot today.
#bird #birds #BirdsOfFediverse #birdsofmastodon #corvid #corvids #crow #crows #hoodedCrow #hoodedcrows #starling #starlings #Jackdaw #jackdaws #rook #rooks #magpie #pigeon
birds were very busy today and away from usual spots.
#bird #birds #BirdsOfFediverse #birdsofmastodon #corvid #corvids #crow #crows #hoodedCrow #hoodedcrows #starling #starlings #Jackdaw #jackdaws #magpie
Sound on to hear the birds… #crows,#bluejays #chickadees in the campground #mewLake #AlgonquinPark
a very windy wet day brought all the birds except starlings.
#bird #birds #BirdsOfFediverse #birdsofmastodon #corvid #corvids #crow #crows #hoodedCrow #hoodedcrows #Jackdaw #jackdaws #rook #rooks #magpie #pigeon
#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Nameless Shrine (Airisu POV) Post 16
#Wss366 Grant #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever (Early Edo Era)
“Welcome.” The voice sputtered, full of white noise.
“Who’s that?” Sumika said, stopping dead in her tracks.
“Him, down there in the grove,” I cawed.
While we spoke, a fog rolled up the trail. By the time I had directed her to look at the grove, it was already swallowed by the mist.
“What do you want?” Sumika asked.
I would have preferred if she had run, but that didn’t seem to be her plan.
“To talk. To bargain. The night breeze has brought you, Moth. I am the gem unrecognized. Will you unearth me?”
It wasn’t until later that Sumika showed me the verse he was referring to.
Lo, seeker
And the sought
Night breeze
Moth on the fly
Gem unrecognized
What was being said would have made more sense if I had heard the poem. Sumika was the seeker, and it was the sought. She was a moth that had found something valuable, or more likely caught by the “flame unrecognized.”
“Come,” it continued. “Enter my shrine. I can #grant you your heart’s desire.”
I wanted to tell her to run, but my caw stuck in my throat.
Sumika began walking forward again.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial
lots of birds away from usual spots today.
#bird #birds #BirdsOfFediverse #birdsofmastodon #corvid #corvids #crow #crows #hoodedCrow #hoodedcrows #Jackdaw #jackdaws #magpie
Fish crows have been visiting every morning this week. I wish they would stay. This no-corvid life is very sad.
As promised in my introduction, here's a picture of some #crows from a while ago.
