Counting Crows

the forest. Feeling the gentle breeze blowing on my face I closed my eyes and sighed. “Grab my talons and hang on,” I heard above me. My eyes squinted trying to see who was talking. “Quick, grab on,” the voice repeated as I spotted a large black crow sweeping by me. Automatically my hands reached out. My hands clasped on to the leathery fingers. “Close your eyes and don’t let

Redurm in the Beautiful Sky How far would you go to save a member of your family’s life? Would you be willing to forget your beliefs, to risk everything to save a loved one? These were some of the questions that I was thinking during the short story “Runs Girl” by Chinelo Okparanta. The story of a young girl who becomes a runs girl, which is a Nigerian escort, to earn money to pay for her mother’s medical treatment. I found the story to be interesting, which I believe to be the most challenging

The species Corvus corax is well known and recognized as one of the smartest animals in the world. Many studies have been conducted in investigating sophistication of its cognitive processes in recent years. A good number of them support this withstanding belief of high intelligence. Others reveal gaps in factors of their intelligence that were not previously presumed.. Pfuhl (2012), Schied & Bugnyar (2008) and Boeckle & Bugnayr (2012) studies show very proficient spatial reasoning and memory in

In Lancaster, Pennsylvania, a young girl named Colleen sat in a small square room with lavender walls. This night was spent in her own company like all others were. Children’s laughter from outside her window masked the girl’s sporadic sighs. Colleen wasn’t sure what made her so different from the other kids in her neighborhood or at school or why being different was considered a bad thing. All Colleen knew was she didn’t have a friend in the whole wide world, and it was lonely. Although her parents

For many years my mother’s, mother and my fathers, father and before that have always dedicated themselves to a patron god or goddess. Or let’s just simplify it, a deity. Trying to find your path is a tradition, a right in a way. Some say you choose your patron deity and some say the patron deity chooses you. I asked for signs. I asked for dreams in the direction I needed to go to figure out who I was meant to be a follower to. I had some ideas as to who they might be but still wondered, who would

In the same way that many people today might perceive crickets as “lucky”, or of black cats as “unlucky”, most people in 16th and 17th century England, when William Shakespeare was alive and writing his plays, had commonly held beliefs about what certain animals represented or symbolized. Shakespeare is still read, performed and loved today because of his seemingly very deep understanding of human nature, as well as his solid grasp on what his audience knew, understood, and could relate to. He used

on September 11, 2013, it has since garnered over 17 million views on YouTube. While the scarecrow is not human, he is dressed as a farmer, employed under Crow Foods - a food corporation - repairing the food factory buildings. As the audience follows the farmer, he is accompanied by a mechanical crow, which accompanies every employee of the “Crow Foods” industry (The Scarecrow 0:26). Even as he works, however, he repeatedly encounters examples of city food production, where he sees confined animals

Their caws pierced through the soul of any man, and their eyes seemed like portals to the netherworld. Crows were terrifying. Suddenly, another sight drew her away from the crow. A ragged airship, it’s dark colors contrasted by the orange sky, was slowly floating for the spire. All along the spine of the zeppelin were the blue and gold flags of the Allrian republic. Mary’s heart jumped in

lost in her writing when she sees a black crow at her feet. She’s startled and kicks her feet to get the crow away. She continues writing, explain the events that occurred during her day. She notices that she does this to record her life and the events that take place. AS she finishes her documenting she sees the crow once again which gave her an uneasy feeling. She decides to leave quickly. She runs towards the entrance looking back towards the ominous crow when she sees him again. The boy from school

noticed, after a while, a crow perched in a tree. Its beady eyes stared at me intensely but it never once opened its mouth. Incredibly peculiar that in my whole time at Culver I have never once seen a crow without hearing it’s piercing calls. I was astounded that this specific bird was sitting, fully aware of my presence, and yet wasn’t making a noise. Even more surprising, I missed