Heron and Crows, Wildfowl Sanctuary, Wexford

This is how I feel today..

I opened the front door and instead of a rosy Autumnal dawn it was freezing cold, wet and windy; I literally wanted to turn tail and hide under the covers. I feel grey. And cold.

Crow

Something I see everyday; the crow stained glass ornament that hangs in our front window. I love crows; and friends tend to give me crow related items. This was bought on a trip to a labyrinth/maze where one can walk a spiral and meditate. The new agery left me cold - I prefer the authentic in ruins to the pretty but prefabricated. However my then flatemate bought me this so it wasn't a wasted trip :)
plus I did realize that when I am filthy rich and have a huge estate (don't laugh, it's only a matter of time before those numbers come up!) I can build my own maze. Mine will have bear pits and mantraps, and maybe some crocodiles.

Crows

I have an affinity for Crows and even my husband has to admit, wherever we go they tend to turn up to say hello. On the shores of Glencar lake a murder flew overhead, then one ofthem spun off and sat on the bench beside me as I took photos of the lake. He kept us company for a good while, then we moved up to the Waterfall carpark - where his mate sat on the wall in front of the car and posed for half a dozen photos. I love the intelligence of crows and you have to respect their place in the food chain :) When we were kids, one Christmas my parents rescued an injured crow whom we nicknamed Max and nursed back to health. My evil sisters released him while I was out one day, leaving me heartbroken because he never got to say goodbye. But since then he's been around in one way or another....