The Seven Crows have been on this land for many years and when they first started gathering here on this farm it was a small house, a few barns, a dirt road, and a pond. Like any other family, they liked to eat their morning breakfast together, talk, and they loved the dirt road. It seemed to always have the best worms. It was a quiet place, a peaceful place, and they called it home.
The Seven liked to meet on the berm that was by the pond. It was about seven feet tall, and you could see most of the farm from there. They flew in with the elder Crow coming in first, then the four youngest, and the two mothers coming in last. They would stand in a circle, and it sounded like they were having conversations. Several walked down the dusty old road, and if you listened closely, you could hear laughter. They were never in a hurry and when they grew bored, they would fly out in the same order they flew in. They repeated this ritual several times a day, starting with sunrise and ending with sunset.
As the years past some of the forest was cleared and farms sold to make room for houses. I remember the first time I saw them, they were not the least frightened, and I would sit and watch them as long as they would stay. One morning when I left to go see my grandchildren Seven Crows were standing in their front yard. I could not say if these Seven were the same ones from my front yard but there were indeed Seven.
Ever since I was young and lived on a farm, I have loved the magical Crows. They have always been near the places I lived and greeted me as a friend. My Grandmother told me of the Folklore of the Crows saying they are some of the smartest animals you find. She told me to always be kind to them and leave them gifts and they will never forget your kindness. They also can hold a grudge passing it to other Crows and they can remember faces of people that were kind to them, more importantly, the ones that tried to hurt them. Lastly, they mourn when one of them dies, gathering around, making loud sounds, much like humans.
For me they are my friends and they also live in my stories and memories. When I see them, I always feel that I am among loyal friends. It is said they can prepare for the future, and I would love to know what they are preparing for, yet my knowledge is not like my Grandmother, and I may never know all there is to known about The Crows.
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