{"id":68113,"date":"2025-07-20T05:55:50","date_gmt":"2025-07-20T09:55:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/?p=68113"},"modified":"2026-06-24T10:29:12","modified_gmt":"2026-06-24T14:29:12","slug":"a-crow-gifted-me-her-feather-2025","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/une-corneille-ma-fait-cadeau-de-sa-plume-2025\/","title":{"rendered":"A crow gifted me her feather!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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This July is turning out to be so beautiful that it makes me forget all the current miseries on Earth. Waking up with the sun, the first thing I do is turn on the coffee machine. As it brews and fills the kitchen with its aroma, I pour enough cream for 3 to 4 cups of coffee into a pitcher and place it on a tray along with a nice bowl of diced meat, an omelette or boiled egg, cut fruit, cereal and nuts for myself and my early morning friends. Then I settle down on the back patio. Like every morning, they are there, hopping about and chattering, clustered on the glass canopy\u2019s sloping roof. They jabber, shout and caw as if they were pop idols.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, suddenly, they fall silent. Their black eyes riveted on the tray of treats I\u2019ve placed on the round iron table. They know they\u2019ll soon be enjoying tasty bits thrown on the lawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While drinking my third coffee, to my great surprise, one of them lands on my table. I\u2019m astonished. It was the first time a bird had come so close to me. I love crows, I talk to them and feed them every morning when the weather is good. I\u2019m not afraid. Maybe they\u2019ve finally understood how much I love them. How much I miss them from mid-October to mid-March when I enjoy my coffee indoors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m enraptured by this mysterious creature in front of me who seems to be begging me to listen. I stare at her and she remains motionless. Then, after this long intimate moment, the majestic bird opens its right wing and then, one by one, unfolds its feathers that are darker than the night. I\u2019m dazzled, as are the 15 or so of her friends staring at us from the roof of the house. The crow then uses its sharp beak to pluck out a long feather from its wing and gives it to me. I\u2019m practically trembling as I receive it. The black eyes of this mysterious friend penetrate the white of my own. Slowly she opens her beak, and with a voice like raindrops to a thirsty soul, she tells me: \u201cA HEART IS NOT JUDGED BY HOW MUCH YOU LOVE, BUT BY HOW MUCH YOU ARE LOVED BY OTHERS.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Words fail me. I\u2019m speechless in front of this talking crow who\u2019s reciting a long enigmatic message for me. What can I reply? Will she hear me and understand what I say?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 \u201cYes, dearest little Coco, I\u2019ll listen and understand what you wish to tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m astonished that this crow can not only talk, but also knows the nickname that Dad would affectionately call me once in a while when I was a child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 \u201cI came to make sure you understood the first message.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 \u201cWhat message are you talking about, beautiful bird?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 \u201cYou know, dear Coco, but you didn\u2019t dare to believe in magic. Do you remember the three envelopes given to you in a dream by a fairground fakir in March 2021<\/a>?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 \u201cI just recited the message in the first envelope. Do you understand it? You were worried that you hadn\u2019t loved your children and those close to you enough. You were afraid that your poor heart would be punished. Don\u2019t worry anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 \u201cAre you a magical bird?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 \u201cNo, I\u2019m a mama crow married for life, juggling many family duties. I have to help build the nest. I also find food, brood the young, raise our chicks and take care of our shelter. The other night, while looking for earthworms for dinner, I saw you through the window. You were watching the Judy Garland biography on DVD and had tears in your eyes because the singer\u2019s life was so sad and unhappy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 \u201cYou saw me crying?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 \u201cYes, at the end of the movie. I also saw you copying the famous final line from\u00a0The Wizard of Oz<\/em>\u00a0into a notebook:
\u201cA HEART IS NOT JUDGED BY HOW MUCH YOU LOVE, BUT BY HOW MUCH YOU ARE LOVED BY OTHERS.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 \u201cThis sentence is for you, for your battered heart. Be more gentle with yourself. You are, dear Coco, a good, talented and generous person. And we crows love your treats, your smiles and the delicious attention you give us. Your house is surrounded by big trees and the forest is just steps away. We\u2019re delighted to spend time with you and to be part of your daily life. We crows are called birds of misfortune, but if you think about it, we could help you find happiness. We fly high in the sky and could easily catch an angel by the heel. An angel who could teach you about the magic of believing in the forces of the Universe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 All my life I\u2019ve wanted to believe in it. Once in deep turmoil, I even wrote a 200-page letter to the Ruler above, to implore his help. At that time, I stared at the sky night and day. I waited for an answer; a hand appearing from behind a cloud, a noticeable trembling in my heart. But nothing happened, and I concluded that the only road open to me was the one on which I had to carry a heavy burden. Thankfully, many years later, the sun finally rose upon my somber life and its light was a second birth for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 \u201cYou're on the right road, dear Coco, and the pebbles along the way are hurting your feet less and less as you walk. Don't you notice it? Go forward with joy, keep talking to the birds and use the beautiful feather I offered you. This feather has also been through a lot too, soaked in devotion to daily work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m shaken; the brilliant crow is right. When I read that final line from The Wizard of Oz<\/em>, I immediately wanted to believe it. The kindness and affection I receive from you, dear readers, is a balm to my heart; as was the applause for Judy Garland probably. Letter after letter, your many comments adorn my daily life, heal my wounds, allow my imagination to take flight, inspire my pen and encourage me to go on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Forgive this flight of whimsy about a crow that gifted me a feather. With millions of little birds appearing on the branches, my eyes, ears and heart are moved to join the magical forces of the universe.
Cora
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