There's a million and one voices out there in the woods beyond our little dormant rose garden. It is bone-chilling cold, and the sky holds a strange color that to me is more than just the insignia of what the naked eye sees... it is a mingling of perplexing sentiments in shades of cobalt and very deep light blue.
I am sitting by the big square table in the all window sun-lit dinning room; right across the window facing north... facing the woods surrounding our home; reflecting on all these things, as I concentrate on contemplating how my little world evolves, and revolves around me... minute by minute.
Squirrels knocked on my window several times during the day just to said "hello" and amazing little creatures gathered around the squirrels bath to pose for my lens.
Have you ever seen anything as adorable as this?
I love birds. I do I do!
I must had been a bird before I became a girl by birth one day. Really, deep inside me I have the vague recollection of having flown with birds... I used to dream that almost every night when growing up.
Love my mourning doves...
there's something about them...
Harbingers of magic, perhaps?
I was meditating on all these things when all of a sudden I heard a most disturbing sound outside... someone calling me? Of course, you know me... I couldn't resist the temptation of finding out what it was... curiosity is a strong string in me you know. Thus, having no power whatsoever within me to obey other than the call I heard, out I went...
I looked up, I looked down and around until... there it was again—the distinctive, deep, resonant prruk-prruk-prruk call I had heard before. Which, by the way, to an inexperienced listener like me it sounded just like a witch's crackle...
Yes yes, you have heard it before—the high dry, grating kraa, like a low guttural rattle of an almost musical nature. Could it be... oh dear me could it be? Witches I'm sure! But now? This is just February! Are witches allowed to come out before Halloween? You tell me!
The witch I thought I'd seen disappeared so fast in front my eyes that I was left to believe it was just the ravens... After all, there were a couple of large northern ravens frolicking in the garden... Perhaps they were laughing about somebody? Every time I hear the call of ravens I get the strangest sensation that they're laughing at me... do you feel that way too?
Did you know that ravens can mimic sounds from their environment, including human speech? Pretty creepy I would say!
Shoo... I said. Go away! But they kept laughing for some time more, until finally they disappeared behind the horizon. I still believe they were witches checking the territory....
“A witch who is bored might do ANYTHING"