It’s been awhile since we posted. Sorry! We haven’t given up our love for crows, life just gets busy. We are back now and look forward to posting more regularly. We saw this beautiful crow by the waterfront. I wonder what he was thinking about…such intelligent birds. As it is a Sunday, we will throw in a corvid stamp — and start a new tradition — Stamp Sunday! Hope you enjoy!
I came across some beautiful Corvid Antique Prints on Amazon. I thought I would share with all of you corvid lovers in case you wanted to get them, they are reasonably priced.
Overall dimensions of print including blank margins: 8 x 10 1/4 inches — 1 inch = 2,54 cm — Type of paper: Heavier, wove — Publisher: Abraham Rees, Longman, Hurst, Paternoster, London, as the Acts Directs — Legend to the illustrations in the print: Fig. 1. Raven, 2. Magpie, 3. Nutcracker, 4. Jay, 5. Crested Jay, 6. Common Roller.
Caption below print: ‘”Grip,” The Late Mr. Charles Dickens’s Raven’
Condition: Good; suitable for framing. However, please note: Verso text quite apparent; Blemish in margin.
Size: 12.5 x 22.5cm, 4.75 x 8.75 inches (Medium)
Type & Age: Year printed 1870. Antique wood engraved print
Verso: There are images and/or text printed on the reverse side of the picture. In some cases this may be visible on the picture itself (please check the scan prior to your purchase) or around the margin of the picture.
Both are for sale on Amazon through antique print sellers. Here are the links respectively, one and two.
Latin speakers interpreted the raven’s call “Cras! Cras!” to mean “Tomorrow! Tomorrow!” And this soon became the symbol of the foolish sinner who puts off conversion. While others thought it symbolized the hope of something new or a better day. Here is an example from the 15th century depiction of a crow saying “cras cras”, which is not only an onomatopoeia but also means, according to the author, in Latin: “Tomorrow… you’ll die”. Actually it can be translated by an ominous “Tomorrow, tomorrow” and again, what this meant to different people could be very different. This picture makes it a little more ominous!
To the North American Eskimos, the raven’s cry sounded like “Kak, kak, kak!” which means ‘a deer-skin blanket.’ According to their legends, the raven’s cries warned people not to forget their blankets when they moved.
As intelligent as these birds are, it isn’t such a stretch of the imagination that the ravens could have been trying to help the Eskimos so they could survive. If they survived, then the ravens could eat the carcasses of the animals hunted. They could live near by and thus reduce their own work hunting. Who knows?
In St. Charles Illinois they have the “St Charles Scare Crow Festival“. Over 100 custom made scarecrows are displayed and voted upon. There is lots of entertainment, food, drink and fun to be had. I am not much for scaring off crows but I found one entry rather ironic…