I have a very strong affinity for crows and their medicine. They are extremely intelligent and amazingly telepathic.

Walking in the morning, I would go past an open space and feed them things like dog food morsels, or mealworms. I never made an attempt to get close to them, because frankly, I didn’t want them to begin to trust humans and end up getting hurt, but I would see them fly down and get the food.

Often, I took one or two-day business trips. I’d always mention it to the crows and it wasn’t a big deal. When I got home, they would always do a quick fly-by closely overhead when I got out of my car as a hello.

One time, I had to leave for 6-8 days, and when I returned something had completely changed. Nary a crow was to be found and we had 20-30 crows in the neighborhood. No cawing, nothing. It was silent. I figured they were mad at me.

This went on for several days and each day my anxiety grew. They never even flew down to pick up the food I put down.

Finally, one evening while sitting  Zazen, I made a concerted effort to connect into their psychic network and succeeded.

I cried out, “Where are you?” “Are you okay?” “Did someone poison and kill all of you?” “I’m very worried!”

I got a BOOMING answer back… “So how does it feel!!!” The crows were letting me know that they wondered about those things when I’m gone.

So, I made a deal with them. When I was going to be gone, I would put one pebble on the curb for the number of days I would be gone, then at the end of every day, I would send them the image of me knocking the rock off the curb as a countdown for when I’d be home.

The next day the crows returned.