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.

Damned if you do.
Damned if you don’t.
Life on the breadline.
Stay safe everyone.
Kind Regards.
Tracy
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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Thank you, Punam.
The raven knew something was up. Its timing was impeccable. So was Clyde’s.
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I have to agree…impeccable timing! My pleasure always, Tracy.
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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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Perhaps it was the funereal garb!
Thanks Heather.
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Perhaps..You are welcome!
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Clyde–you know my heart goes with the cat.
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I knew he would have his defenders. No offense taken or given, Lois.
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Delightful poem, great pics! Thank you, Tracy.
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Wow… that’s some visit! A timely one too. 🙂
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Yes, indeed. I will remember it for quite some time.
Thanks for joining in, Ana.
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It was my pleasure, Tracy.
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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:
https://secretartexpedition.wordpress.com/2020/05/05/corvid-2020-weekly-challenge-7-and-last-photo-of-april/
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I got lucky, Sarah. So happy though for the visit. I may have to wait a long time for another one.
And hooray, you finally got a photo of your crow. What a beauty.
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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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Hello Bear, I can’t imagine why the magpie would reject you. Perhaps it is more interested in making nestlings at the moment? I am sure you would look after it well given half the chance. Say hello for me when you see it again.
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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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Your Martha is very wise, Bear.
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The photos are great! Clyde reminds me of an evil cat named Ebony who used to tease my poor dog unmercifully.
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Thanks, Liz. Your poor dog. You can see where my sympathies lie. 🙂
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I had to edit my reply, Liz. I initially said poor Ebony. Arrggghh. The error was pointed out to me and I hastily changed it. Hope you didn’t see the reply until I changed it, Liz.
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Exactly where mine lie. (That Ebony was a hateful creature.)
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Great photos and I am definitely on the anti cat side. Nicely phrased poem too.
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Thanks, Pauline. Now that it is colder, the rodents are making their presence felt, but the cat prefers hunting birds over rats! Grrr.
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Thanks goodness you’re not superstitious, Tracy, what with black cats and crows congregating in your yard… 😀
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They go with my broom and cauldron, Dries. 🙂
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😀
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Great words and images Tracy 🙂
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Thank you, Brian.
PS. I sent your parcel today. Express Post. So it should arrive some time over the next month. 🙂
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Oh that is fabulous Tracy 🙂 I bet you will be surprised at when the parcel gets here
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I will be surprised if it gets there, Brian.
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‘’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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Brilliant.
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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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❤ Love it.
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Fab photos and poem Tracy 🙂 x
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Thank you, Darren. 🙂
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