Yesterday there seemed to be an abundant amount of life whizzing and whirring in our backyard, considerably more than usual.
When we brought our beloved Macky-dog home, and were getting the ground and our minds ready for burial, there were several - six to ten, Eric said- crows flying around and then sitting and talking to eachother.
Isn't that interesting?
Crows are a symbol for death in many cultures and religions.
It felt to me like Nature's send-off.
Like all the local God-Animal energies were in a flurry to gather together in unity and song to send a part of themselves back to the Mother.
As if they were saying "Godspeed, Friend!"