Ruphus -> RE: Scale Lengths: Bridge vs 12th fret locations, vs. neck length (Nov. 30 2011 12:41:32)
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Thank you very much, friends, for your empathy. :0) And also for the interesting link. quote:
ORIGINAL: odinz Ruphus that is horrible I am so sorry about your loss... These creatures are often looked at with nasty eyes, but they have such beautiful minds, their eyes glow wisdom and creativity. Maybe that is why they are sometimes feared greatly. Thank you, Odin. For one, indeed, the simple mind often times fears and suspects intelligence. Then there is the disparagement of ravens and other species through most of the great religions. And at last there is that unconscious simplicity of color valueing, with dark supposedly being spooky and bright having to be harmless. ( Like cow milk being considered healthy, because of being white, etc.) Hence, white swans being perceived as heavenly creatures, while ravens ought to have been send from hell. quote:
ORIGINAL: odinz I like the lookout that they are the souls of the ones who died unfortunately. It is the way I look at them, they seem so human to me. There is a story about a woman who dies giving birth to her child, as she is dying with her baby in her arms she whispered into the newborn's small ears that she would watch over her, and keep her safe. The next day a flock of ravens sat right outside the window on the hospital room, and they brought silver and gold to the window as gifts and toys for the daughter of the deceased woman. My sisters, relatives and me had gathered abroad to entomb my mother, some five years ago. Actually, I had just momentarily returned to Germany from Costa Rica ( where I had been to the San Jose University for a month to learn some Spanish first, and then cruised the country for a while to find a lot to settle down ) to pack up when the message of our bedresting mother´s health having seriously worsened reached us. The weird thing in Costa Rica as one of the most wild-life enriched countries in the world, was that I hardly came to see corvins, other than maybe two or three jays, a very few magpies, and always a single cow that was to be seen in about a distance of not farther than ~ 50 meters. No matter where I was, in hights or the valleys, the cities, country sides, in the jungle ... There would be a caw, and there a single crow would be seen in a tree or on a roof, pole ... The only exceptions being when I was hanging out at the beach. I´m not intending to claim that it was all the same individum, but anyway, curiously there was always a single crow near by, and if it was just sitting on a branch before the classrooms window when I was learning Spanish ( with the mates there wondering too ). Now back to the days of burying mother. It was maybe two days before we entombed her, when my great sister in her intention to inheritate the family head position had just said something completely stupid. Positioned in the 21nd floor of a tower, that same moment we saw a big craw flying towards us, sit on the balkony railing maybe 3 meters away from us, shout out once and head off again. My little sister and I only looked at each other bewildered. About a year later I found young Pepe on the white middle line of a country road with the wild traffic giving no dime about her. I took her with me and built an aviary on my roof. At first she had to be hand fed. Crows however are extremely strict about their territory, and the residential black crows, hoodiecrows and magpies showed hostile to her. All of my three trials to release her ended with me picking up the poor haunted Pepe from somewhere in the quarter. ( In one of those cases crows of all kinds coming up from all directions, cyrcling right above my head in a number of well around 50. Hitchcock would have envyed the scene, I tell ya.) And at the fourth trial, when I let the aviary open ( with her not wanting to get out ) other corvids entered in and attacked her in a way that her left wing got damaged, leaving her crippled. Yet, she would always beak feed the others, having me haul up way too much vegetables and meat. So, a while ago I limited the daily portion to about equivalent of her body weight, now panged whether she might have been weakened through a too small diet. Sometimes the fellow corvids seemed to just be talking to her ( with one early morning me hearing a huge hoodiecraw talking to her so calmly in something that sounded so versatile and pronounced right like human speech, I kid you not ), but often times they would only bully her around. She was over three years with me, and I think that she must have had a way too pityful life. Alone, craving for her family and hostiled by residents. Somehow I seem to never be able to well suit the living beings I love. It is like a curse. quote:
ORIGINAL: odinz Recently I have been wanting to befriend a crow or a raven from my garden, but i am not sure how to approach...[:D] You will need patience and time. Crows and ravens only imprint until the age of 28 days. What occures after that will be object to their extreme caution. Even in the wilderness, after finding a carcass, the finder will try to have others checking out the situation first. This is why the finder will first call by fellows. Together they´ll hang around in trees nearby then, encouraging each other for hours, making a big fuzz, before one shows brave enough to go down. Approaching the caracass yet with utmost of allert. In the same time these guys can be couraged enough to tease wolves and bears to make those dislodge from their prey. Anyway, with goodwill and lots of patience you can have the corvins realize your friendly approach over time and and allow smaller distances. Only keep in mind that it is best to put fodder out only in the afternoon and for a limited time. ( Thy dislike sour things and green verdure, and you should feed no bread ( to any bird), and ablosutely no dairy products!) Otherwise your neighbours might become annoyed, for crows being used to taking breakfast around dawn and make a lot of noise at that. ( Just having put out meat for the stray dog hours ago, it took me to only show up there once to have the crows stay away from it / preserve it for the dog. Which tells you about their caution.) Ruphus
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