When a Raven comes to visit


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.

He’d been mouthing the flowers as if checking to see if they were edible. they do kind of look like popcorn.
He cocked his head sideways when I asked him to please don’t eat my flowers, as if to say, “I was just having a taste”.
Gazing out over the green space
My daughter took this one just before he flew off

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.