I don’t know what it is with Folse’s and my fascination with crows. Or theirs with us.
Reading his latest, I recalled my grandmother feeding me as a small child, especially during the festival of Pongal, with the words, “Kaka pudi, kanu pudi.” A little morsel of whatever I ate would first be set aside on the plate for the crow. I’ve learned since then that it is inauspicious for a Hindu not to feed a crow before eating himself.
That dreaded “inauspicious” word again. I swear it’s been holding orthodox religious folks back for millennia, however brilliant and capable they are without all this nonsense.
But, crows have followed me all over the world, even where they are commonly not found (like my backyard in Out In The Sticks, Ohio) and one can’t help but feel there is something to that. I believe D will kill me if I begin to feed them given that they already take turns sitting on our roof and no other, tapping on it with their beaks. It’s like they’re trying to Morse-code a message to us, a language I don’t understand, unfortunately. Or there are some really tasty bugs living in our eaves.
Crow realized there were two Gods-
One of them much bigger than the other
Loving his enemies
And having all the weapons.
– Crow’s Theology by Ted Hughes