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Originally posted by Iamschist
I find Sufi doctrine very interesting. In particular the Whirling Dervishes and the Trickster or clown way. There have been some posts in this Forum in the not to distant past on Some of the Sufi way. Have you seen them?
It is interesting you speak of birds having a language. I believe this to be true. Corvus, Crows, Ravens,and Starlings roost in groups at night, I think they tell stories before bed.
Originally posted by blazenresearcher
reply to post by FinalAccount2008
Very nice! I cannot tell if it is a story, poetry or both!
Originally posted by nithaiah
Once when I was younger, I stayed for a week at a small hotel in an almost-as-small town in northern California. The day in question had been warmer than was comfortable (low 80s and humid, about as hot as it gets in that area) so I cracked the window to allow the breeze from Humboldt Bay to maintain an acceptable temperature in the room, and I lay down for a nap.
Outside my room, there was a well-manicured tree, filled up with chickadees, and they were chirping uproariously, which I found rather peaceful and an enjoyable sound to fall asleep to. I focused on it as I slipped down into sleep, and at that midway point between consciousness and sleep, something very curious happened.
I suddenly understood what they were saying to each other. It is one of my favorite magical pagany experiences to this day, but it had a twist. The birds weren't saying nice things, or conversing about the weather, or singing their praises to the Great Spirit, no, none of that...
They were playing the dozens.
It wasn't like they were speaking English, they were still definitely speaking bird, and most of it deserves no translation anyway, but apparently the cloacal tightness of their mothers is a subject of great insult amongst chickadees. Every birdly insult made the crowd of onlooking birds spur the opponent to one-up the other. They were certainly having a good time. I'd have listened in more, but by that point my laughter dragged me back to full wakefulness.
To this day, every time I hear a flock of chickadees chirping at each other in a tree like they were that day, I give them more than a wry glance.