{"id":837,"date":"2021-06-11T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-06-11T04:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www-new2022.chezcora.com\/?p=837"},"modified":"2026-06-24T10:26:57","modified_gmt":"2026-06-24T14:26:57","slug":"une-corneille-ma-fait-cadeau-de-sa-plume","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/une-corneille-ma-fait-cadeau-de-sa-plume\/","title":{"rendered":"A crow gifted me a feather!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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This June is 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 a nice bowl of diced meat on a tray along with 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 tin table. They know they\u2019ll soon be enjoying tasty bits thrown on the lawn, already flecked with young dandelions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While drinking my third coffee, to my great surprise, one of them lands on my table. I am 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 am not afraid. Maybe they\u2019ve finally understood how much I love them. How much I miss them from mid-October to mid-March while they bask in the American South.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am 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, unfolding its feathers, that are even darker than night, one by one. I am dazzled, as are the 15 or so of her friends staring at us from the roof of the house. \u00a0The crow then uses its sharp beak to pluck out a long feather from its wing and gives it to me. I am practically trembling as I receive it. The black eyes of this mysterious friend penetrate the white of my own. Slowly she opens her mouth, and with a voice like raindrops to a thirsty soul, she tells me:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA HEART IS NOT JUDGED BY HOW MUCH YOU LOVE,\nBUT BY HOW MUCH YOU ARE LOVED BY OTHERS.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am speechless; a talking crow with a long enigmatic message for me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And who am I to answer? Will it hear me; will it understand what I have to say?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I am astonished that this crow can not only talk, but also knows the affectionate nickname that Dad used for me when I was a child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

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

– \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 on the night of March 19th?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(See letter \u201cLast night I had a dream!\u201d published on March 19, 2021, and available here:\u00a0<\/i>https:\/\/bit.ly\/3gqy6KX<\/i><\/a>)<\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \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

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

– \u201cI am a mama crow married for life with 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.\u00a0You were watching the Judy Garland biography on DVD and you had tears in your eyes because the singer\u2019s life was so sad and unhappy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

– \u201cYes, at the end of the movie. I also saw you copying the famous final line from The Wizard of Oz<\/i> into a notebook.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA HEART IS NOT JUDGED BY HOW MUCH YOU LOVE,\nBUT BY HOW MUCH YOU ARE LOVED BY OTHERS.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \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.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cYour house is surrounded by big trees and the forest is just steps away. What more could you want?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cWe 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.\u00a0An angel who could teach you about the magic of believing in the forces of the Universe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u201cYou are on the right road, dear Coco, and the pebbles along the way are hurting your feet less and less as you walk. Don\u2019t you notice it?\u00a0Go forward with joy, keep talking to the birds and use the beautiful feather I gave you. This feather has also been through a lot too, drenched in devotion to daily work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am shaken; the brilliant crow is right. When I read that final line from the Wizard of Oz<\/i>, I immediately wanted to believe it. The kindness and affection I receive from\u00a0you, dear reader, is a balm to my heart; as was the applause for Judy Garland probably. Letter after letter, your many comments ornament my daily life, heal my wounds and allow my imagination to take flight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Forgive this flight of whimsy about a crow that gifted me a feather. With millions of little buds appearing on branches, my eyes, ears and heart are moved to join the magical forces of the universe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And like an affable Spring, my whole being yearns for joy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cora<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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