You can just barely see its tail hanging over the roof in the photograph taken from my office window. Although this black bird’s been here before, today’s visit on All Hallows Eve seems especially ominous.
A black crow or raven on the roof is supposed to foretell of death or harm coming to a dwelling’s inhabitants. Good grief! Isn’t life worrisome enough already without all these extra superstitions? I prefer to believe that a thirsty bird has simply come to have a drink of the water that collects in the eavestrough at the north-east corner of the roof.
I don’t think my black cat questions why feathered visitors stop by. She’s just glad they do.
Flandrum Hill 