I was surprised to see this big guy sitting on the window box on the balcony. He did not fly away but stayed a few moments, his head cocking back and forth as I spoke to him, as if he understood what I was saying. The Raven is often held in high regard by indigenous peoples, sometimes called “The Trickster”. I quickly grabbed a few photos of my afternoon visitor.
When I was a child we would count crows: “One for sorrow, Two for joy, three for a letter, Four for a boy ….”. Crows and ravens were often thought to bring bad luck, illness, or even death due to their black feathers. I didn’t feel any such thing as I “conversed” with this fellow. He seemed quite amiable and he didn’t eat my flowers. I’ll take that as a sign of friendship.