Did anyone notice that the crows left wednesday night/thursday morning? There was a huge assembly at the campus yesterday upon darkfall. The trees in a large area were a noisy sea of squarking, beautiful black flocks constantly starting and landing, rearranging the positions for the great trip. Much to discuss, many things to settle in the social structure. I watched them for half an hour, observed the ebbs and flows in a world of communication obviously rich in meaning but too far from my human reference space to understand. I dont know where they migrate but today there were only a handful left, maybe the old crows or a different species/tribe. A truly impressive phenomenon. I wish I could have stayed to watch them engage the final take-off. Not exactly how I feel, but an apt contribution: Die Krähen schrein Und ziehen schwirren Flugs zur Stadt: Bald wird es schnein. – Wohl dem, der jetzt noch Heimat hat! Nun stehst du starr, Schaust rückwärts, ach! wie lange schon! Was bist Du Narr Vor Winters in die Welt entflohn? Die Welt – ein Tor Zu tausend Wüsten stumm und kalt! Wer das verlor, Was du verlorst, macht nirgends halt. Nun stehst du bleich, Zur Winter-Wanderschaft verflucht, Dem Rauche gleich, Der stets nach kältern Himmeln sucht. Flieg, Vogel, schnarr Dein Lied im Wüstenvogel-Ton! – Versteck, du Narr, Dein blutend Herz in Eis und Hohn! Die Krähen schrein Und ziehen schwirren Flugs zur Stadt: Bald wird es schnein. – Weh dem, der keine Heimat hat. -- Friedrich Nietzsche (:
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 23:10:34 +0000
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