Spirituality

Anamchara, soul-friend

Image of a barred owl feather

Yesterday, the chickens were out running about and I was supervising. Every time a crow cawed, they would run for cover under a car or in their pen, and I would chide them gently. “Sillies,” I would say. “The crows won’t hurt you. It’s the hawk that circles around these parts you need to worry …