Trethowan wrote:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysa5OBhXz-Q
How Wolves Change Rivers
I haven't replied here, cuz I've been busy working on a new story, but I wanted to say this video made me misty-eyed. Thank you for sharing, Treth.
keinaqueen, my girlfriend's animal is also a raven. They're beautiful little things, so smart, and the ones here follow us around. When I first moved to Mass, I didn't see any. Then, one day when I was heading to work, one flew over my car, and landed on the snow pile next to where I was turning, watching me. Then it landed on the cart corral next to where I was parking. After that, I saw them every day. When I lived in Florida, we didn't have ravens, but we had crows, and there was a flock of over a hundred of them that at the Costco I used to work at. They would sit in the wires as I came out of the building, and then a dozen of them would escort me to my car, chasing away the grackles, which were always mean to me, and liked to dive at my head. Another time, I was having a major night of insomnia, and decided to go out for a walk at three in the morning, in an attempt to settle myself. A raven came flying up and landed on the lamp post over the sidewalk where I was walking and barked at me. I stopped to look at it, and it watched me until I started walking, then barked at me again until I stopped. This repeated until I went inside, where it continued to make noise until I finally laid down to attempt to sleep again, then it went quiet. I think it was trying to tell me to go to sleep. Once, while I was driving at mach speeds on a highway, one dove in front of my car, and forced me to slow down. Half a mile up the way, there was a cop posted behind some bushes at an exit ramp. When we moved to Rhode Island, my girlfriend was sad that there were no ravens around, but about a month or two after we moved, we saw two of them in the big pine tree next to the parking lot, playing in the top branches that were too small to support their full weight. They would jump up into the top, grab the branch with their feet, and slide down it like a fireman pole, flap away at the end, then go up and do it again. Now we see those ones almost every day as well, and when we don't see them, we hear them nearby. There are many traditions about the link between wolves and ravens in several cultures. Maybe it's arrogant of me, but I like to think they realized we were here, and came to find us. One of the tattoos I get will eventually be a raven.