Wednesday, November 17, 2010

One for sorrow, two for mirth

We woke up to a cold, blustery, and rainy weather here today, the kind of day best spent curled up under a blanket with a hot drink and a good book. So when I spotted a pair of crows out on the lawn near my apartment this morning, I figured it was probably as good a photo opportunity as I was going to get.

Considering the distance involved, I must have caught this one at just the right angle to get as much feather detail as I did:

One of these days I'm going to figure out how to get some good crow close-ups by a means that doesn't involve spending several hundred dollars on one of those megazoom lenses that's as long as my leg. But all things considered, I didn't think this one came out too badly:

The only decent shot I got of the two crows together:

Picking something up off the ground—you can see that its beak is slightly open:

Curious crow is curious:

And for anyone who might be curious, the post title is from an old counting rhyme about what the number of crows one sees signifies:

One for sorrow, two for mirth,
Three for a wedding, four for a birth,
Five for silver, six for gold,
Seven for a secret not to be told.
Eight for heaven, nine for hell,
And ten for the devil's own sel'.

The weird thing is I'd never heard of this rhyme until today, when it was referenced in something I read online later in the day. Cue the theme to The Twilight Zone...

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