There isn’t much wildlife to look at outside this wintry time of year, since we don’t have our bird feeders filled; the only signs of life in our yard have been a few squirrels and some large black birds skulking around the yard.
The other day Chessie, our cat, was outside on her leash, getting some fresh air for the first time in weeks. I peered out to see her cowering at the sight of four huge, ominous looking black birds looming over the house from a tall, naked tree. Envisioning the birds flying down and scooping up the cat and soaring off, I brought Chessie in the house.
Last summer, I remember watching in surprise as two of them swooped down and opened a plastic bag in the garbage can that was out in front waiting to be picked up on garbage day. The birds took the food out and flew off. As the raven isn’t common in our area, I must believe they are crows. Ravens and crows are in the same family, but ravens are larger birds with heavier bills and more fan-shaped tails. They act the same as the crow, and their shape and color are exactly the same. There has been much written about blackbirds, ravens and crows. So what’s the fascination with this fowl?
The most fascinating thing I found was the nursery rhyme printed in 1744: “Sing a song of six pence, a pocketful of rye, four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. When the pie was opened the birds began to sing. Wasn’t that a tasty dish to set before the King?”
That was really done in the 16th century. Common blackbirds were used for this extravaganza! They didn’t actually cook the live birds. Apparently they used a deep pie dish and baked the crust, putting a hole in the center, the size of a fist. Then, just before presenting the dish to the king, they’d open the top crust and place live birds inside the shell. The birds then would flutter out of the pie and fly off. (We can only hope that those birds pooped on the king and his consorts on the way out of the palace!)
It is believed that Shakespeare may have been referring to this poem in “Twelfth Night.” Sir Toby Belch tells a clown, “Come on; there is sixpence for you: let’s have a song.”
The raven has long had fascinating lore surrounding its eerie presence. Consider Edgar Allen Poe’s, “The Raven.” Here, the subject is lamenting a lost love, while a raven perches staunchly on the symbolic statues above his door, taunting in repeated reply, “Never more, never more.”
According to Wikipedia, Poe was inspired by Grip, the raven in “Barnaby Rudge: A Tale of the Riots of Eighty” by Charles Dickens. Dickens’ raven could speak many words and had many comic turns, including the popping of a champagne cork, but Poe emphasized the bird’s more dramatic qualities.
Crow lore tells us: One Crow Sorrow, Two Crows Joy, Three Crows a Wedding,
Four Crows a Boy, Five crows Silver, Six Crows Gold, Seven Crows a Secret Never to be told.
According to Welsh folklore, the raven is a symbol of death. A raven can smell death and will hover over an area where the next victim dwells. Witches and devils transform themselves into ravens, according to this lore.
Although I’m not superstitious, whether those large black birds in the yard were crows or ravens, I certainly wouldn’t have wanted to hear them crow, “Never more, never more.” I’m glad I brought my cat in the house that day.
Deb Drinkwalter is a Lockport resident. Her column appears every Sunday. Contact her at d.drinkwalter@yahoo.com.
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DRINKWALTER: As for the birds ... fascinating lore
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