Besides splashing in our puddle, the crows around here have been gathering nesting materials. And I've been thinking about another Billy story that my brother-in-law just told me. Remember how Billy loved shiny things? Well, someone put out a shiny dime, then tried to grab it when he saw Billy go after it. Guess who won? Billy got the dime. There is much folklore about crows, esperially among the Native Americans. My favorite story is from the Sioux Tribe. In days long past, all crows were white. The crows were friends with the buffalo, and sitting up high in the trees, they could see when the indians came to hunt the buffalo. So the crows would warn the buffalo. The indians began to starve because they could get no buffalo meat. So by trickery, they managed to catch the leader and largest of the crows. While having a tribal council meeting to decide what to do, one impetuous man grabbed the crow and threw him into the fire. The crow escaped, but his wings were black from being badly charred. From then on, all crows were black, and stayed away from the buffalo. Several people have asked me how I was able to act so fast getting pictures when I saw the bathing crow. Simple, I keep my camera beside the kitchen window. Whether I'm doing the dishes, or other kitchen work, I'm keeping an eye out the window. I'm always watching.
"But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my Saviour; my God will hear me."
"Therefore keep watch because you do not know when the owner of the house will come back - whether in the evening, or at midnight, or when the rooster crows, or at dawn...What I say to you, I say to everyone: Watch!" Mark 13:35