In this blog series I will take you along with me on my adventure of creating a bird sanctuary in my suburban yard in Baltimore County, Maryland. I give the crows front heading because, for reasons I can’t explain, I developed a heart for them. There is something extraordinary about them and I hope to discover what it is and share it with you. So keep a look out on facebook for my updates with the link into the blog. Or you can follow my blog by checking into it occasionally for the additional articles.
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December 3,2025
As of late, I’ve developed the challenge, and the heart, to befriend a crow. I say crow(s) because it can be interesting to try to discern one crow from another. They look identical…right? or do they? I choose to believe that it is one particular crow. The one who left me that penny on my bedroom windowsill this summer.
It all started with a tug on my heart in the summer of 2025. For reasons I don’t know, I began to desire a bond with a crow. I thought it would be cool to befriend one of the noisy and persistently bold birds that periodically present themselves on my front yard. I had been feeling the desire for their friendship for a few weeks before the penny mysteriously showed up.
THE BACKGROUND AND THE BUILDUP
It was a Sunday morning. During my breakfast I had read about consciousness in the lifestyle section of the Epoch Times. There was an article about a man with a family and a job who had only 30% of his brain functioning due to hydrocephalus. There was a case study about him because of his capacity to function seemingly normally, in spite of the fact that he did not have a fully functioning brain. The phenomenon is leading more research in the source of consciousness because clearly, it is not seated within the brain like science has always maintained. The idea of consciousness lingered in my mind for days.
That evening, I had a dream about my crow. Well, it’s not actually ‘my crow’. Not yet. Hopefully eventually however we will be friends. In my dream there were 2 birds on a fence railing. One was a small bird, probably a female cardinal. There was a beautiful jet black crow perched on the railing to her right. I put out my right hand and the smaller bird hopped onto my open palm. Then my attention turned to my crow. It sat there and allowed me to pet it on the head with my left hand before it flew away. This was all in my dream on that Sunday night.
I got up the next morning to put birdseed out on my bedroom windowsill. And that’s when I discovered the 1993 penny just sitting there. This was a mystery to me because the window sill is nearly 7 feet from the ground. There is a huge rhododendron bush in front of the window as well. When the penny showed up and I wrote about it in a facebook post, friends all said that that was crow behavior. Afterwards I did a bit of research to see if other birds (like sparrows, cardinals or even the occasional blue jay that landed on my windowsill) have been noted to bring items to human beings. Apparently, its consistently afforded only to crows.
Crows are considered the smartest of all the birds in the avian kingdom. I had never seen a crow land on my windowsill for food like the other birds that gather there. Plus, since there is a large rhododendron bush in front of that bedroom window, I couldn’t imagine how a crow would manage to squeeze into that space. But, they are the smartest of all birds I am told, so maybe they have their clever ways.
Maybe my crow (which I now love to call it) was aware that I had begun a practice of feeding the birds in my yard to create a sort of bird sanctuary in my own suburban plot. I had birdhouses and bird feeders and even a bird bath. Maybe it was watching over the summer and decided it wanted a part of the action.
I can’t help but consider the possibility that my consciousness mingled with that particular crow’s consciousness. Maybe the desires of my heart mingled with the heart of a crow. Maybe consciousness is a vast energy that is God, and there is really no separation between our consciousness and all of nature’s. Maybe a human’s consciousness can mingle with a bird’s consciousness. And to take it a step further, maybe it was the crow’s consciousness that quickened my own heart. Maybe the crow initiated the desire for me to befriend it? It’s the ‘what came first’ quandary …the chicken or the egg; and in this case, the crow or the human being? This is a mystery I love to dance with in my quiet moments in my garden.