While I was on top of Mt. Beacon this morning, I was buzzed several times by a crow. The first time crow flew low, right overhead. I was writing in my journal and didn't see crow coming. All I heard was the strange beating of wings. Crow landed on the rocks above me and called out. I ignored crow. A little later I was up on the rocks crow had settled on. Crow landed again a distance away and looked at me. I pointed my camera at crow, who flew up and around to the top of a building ruin on the other side of me and watched from there. Then, crow flew up and over me.
This slide show tells the story of my encounter with crow.
I am beginning to bring Mt. Beacon into my collection of sacred places to stop at routinely. I wonder if the spirit of crow was bringing a message. I like this Native American Myth about crow, it makes me think the message may have been a good one: