As mentioned in my last post, we have one pair of ravens who live close by to us, nesting high in a very old oak tree. There are two more pairs of ravens who also live relatively close by and come to visit us every day, for we are faithful friends to our non-human neighbors. One of the most favored items we supply our non-human neighbors is bread and doughnuts. We did this at our former residence before we moved to our present one, and it appears that our raven friends followed us to our current residence where we've been for nearly nine years, now.
So, along with making sure we have adequate supplies for the ferrets, cats, dog, hamsters and doves within our home, we also see to it that there is seed, old catfood-kibble for the smaller birds (flycatchers, thrushes, woodpeckers and other protien-eating small birds go for the old cat food kibble in a big way! Every year we seem to be graced by more pairs of woodpeckers than the last, and this is good news for the elderly trees) and, of course, the ravens' so-much-favored doughnuts.
Donuts for the ravens!
Donuts for the birds!
They eat 'em, fly to heaven,
and drop 'em back as turds.
They fer-ti-lize the green-ery
and make the place a scene-ery
fit for a king and queen-ery
Donuts are for the Birds!
Yet here is the portion of our observation that is "stranger than fiction", for it is true. One day, a very grumpy person went stomping down our street, apparently mad at the world and without a vehicle to aim at it. As this person passed by our home, three ravens dive-bombed towards the fellow and let loose their donut-poops all over him. Not being able to return the favor and shaken from his angry reverie, the fellow turned and ran back up the street to his own house. This was only a first incident, however; over a year later, we put this puzzle-ing behavior together after the second incident...a person going door-to-door who was, apparently, already filled with an inner seething anger, was raven-poop-bombed just as she approached our house from our own next-door neighbor's and came to our door "anyway", begging a towel to help clean herself off with, which, of course, we supplied.
So the ravens have shown themselves our allies and/or friends, "marking" those who harbor hostilities if they appoach our home. We have shown ourselves to have been faithful friends to the ravens and all the other birds, and the ravens have found their own way to demonstrate a kind of reciprocation of demonstrated friendship.
Stranger, indeed, than any fiction is truth.
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I live with an angel, her name is Mitzu. She is extremely beauiful both in her appearance and her soul energy. She has taught me tenderness, quietness, fun, play, love and caring. She speaks many little sentences in absolute plain language of the heart. Her reaction to anger is plain, she simply runs away and hides. However, her response to love is astounding to witness. I will know if someone loves me by the way they look at me.... like my girl, my Mitzu, total love ...... Spacedancer, I love this site.
One of our 7 cats is a 10 year old who looks like a six-month-old named Sphynx Mysteria. She showed me how cats also have a fairly extensive language in a multitude of sounds (besides scents and expressions) as she taught her three litters of kittens and tried to teach some of the younger ferrets. Sphynx is a great defender of those she percieves as needing defending. She might be tiny, but she's a little powerhouse. Another of our cats, a long-haired black angora named Flower Black Orchid sometimes gets into a near-human conversation with me. When she is in the house and wants to go out, she says "OOWWWT!" and i reply "Who wants to go out?" to which she meows out her name (in the same tones Wes uses when he calls her "FLOWWW-er!") "OWW-wow". Then I do this little game again (must be the ferrets' influencing me to tease :) "What did you want to do, Flower? " so she says again "OWWWWTT!"
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