As I walked through Mystic Vale I had a coffee and heard a bird-noise that sounded like a-ho-ook-kah. It came from unfamiliar trails and I tried to but couldn't find it.
Birds. . .
Heron - killer instinct, a body built for it. I thought they were so rare when I first saw one. These birds ripped me off; they're everywhere.
Crow - would rather spear your heart or take your keys than physically attack. It's a bizarre form of co-habitation, and for some reason it works.
Owl - a sad hoot from beneath branches.
I jammed with a raven today. I saw what I think to be a crow, a raven and an owl sitting opposite from each other, in the form of a triangle. I stopped and made a ratt-ratt-tat-tat-tat with my fingertips on the bottom of my styrofoam cup. The birds looked up and broke their formation. The owl swooped low into some branches and hooted sadly. The raven echoed (albeit poorly) my cup noise, again and again, until I responded with my drum noise. . . we stood there for about two minutes doing this. The owl interrupted a few times, but not even the crow paid it any attention. Then some lady came by with her dog, and I was there with an upside down cup in my hands, staring into the woods, which made me feel stupid, being caught communicating with a bird. On the way out the forest, the raven followed me. Occaisionally I beat the noise on my cup, but the raven only responded as a raven. The cup of coffee was free, which made it cool.
Posted by matty-b at September 22, 2004 2:11 PM