Welcome to Week 7 of my Corvid-2020 Weekly Challenge.  Corvids are birds belonging to the Corvidae family, encompassing ravens, crows, magpies, jays and nutcrackers.  So peruse your corvid photo, poetry, music and story archives and join the challenge.

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Here’s a poem precipitated by the visit of a raven to my yard.  Yes, my yard.  I couldn’t believe it!  It had come to investigate why the currawongs were so keen on the dregs of the canary seed that I had thrown on the lawn earlier.  The currawongs are not usually interested in leftover canary seed.  Unusually, the dregs contained a reasonable quantity of egg and biscuit.  This protein snack caused quite a stir in the resident bird population.  I was surprised.  Never had a raven visited my yard.  We had to scare the birds off though when my True Love spotted our neighbour’s cat, Clyde, on the prowl.

Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental.

The Business of Life

Nothing ventured or staying safe.


Boldness serves the lucky few.
Keeps the wolf from the door.
Be it safe or unsafe in numbers.


Fat cat decides —
Your fate and mine —
As king of the castle.

A photo I prepared earlier.  Clyde takes great delight in sitting on his cubby house and peering into our yard.  He’s truly evil.

Damned if you do.
Damned if you don’t.


Life on the breadline.


Stay safe everyone.

Kind Regards.

44 thoughts on “Corvid-2020 Weekly Challenge #7

  1. Tracy, the raven must have been informed of your corvid challenge by the bird chatter and thus came to investigate!😉
    I love the pics and your verse and Clyde does look evil.

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  2. I don’t know why but I felt like I was in an old western standoff. I don’t think I want to mess with Sheriff Clyde. Loved the photos and poem!

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  3. Hooray! That raven clearly didn’t want you to take risks while perusing the landscape for it and its relatives, so he very cleverly decided to simply come and visit you – marvelous! 😉 Such lovely photos and verse, Tracy! Hehe! Yes, protein is always working its magic. 😉 And I’m with Lois – Clyde’s no devil, he’s a cutie. 😉 Here’s my response to your challenge:

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  4. Hi Tracy, Bear here. I keep trying to make friends with a magpie at the refuge but he keeps rejecting me. I would take it personally if I remembered it longer than 20 minutes. Your pal, Polar Bear Yeti T. Dog.

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      1. Martha also thinks I just don’t interest the magpie and it isn’t really rejection, more like different dimensions. I will tell him/her hello — g’day — for you next time. Yr pal, Bear

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  5. ‘’The old crow is getting old,
    The young crow is not!
    Of what the young crow
    Doesn’t the old crow knows a lot.
    At know things the old crow is the young crows master.
    What does the old crow not know
    How to fly faster!”

    Author unknown

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  6. Let’s try this again.
    ‘They Old Crow.” Revised

    ‘’The old crow is getting old
    The young crow is not!
    Of what the young crow
    does not know
    the old crow knows a lot.
    At knowing things the old crow is
    The young crow’s master.
    What does the old crow not know?
    How to fly faster!”

    Author unknown

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