Hmmm, this photo got me thinking:
About how much I do not love ravens.
Growing up they used to torment me every Saturday morning, starting their chants before 6:00 A.M. and all I wanted was sleep. I would dream of taking a baseball bat to them one day. I wanted them to hurt. But they did have a lovely coat of feathers.It's like that poem says:
Take thy beak from out my heart,
and take thy form from off my door!
And get thee to my shoulders.
The more raven-jackets the better. I haven't completely decided, but I'm pretty sure I don't believe in bird-karma.