I’ve heard ravens around Greaves and Haverbreaks a few times.
Eddy’s brother’s knowledge of medieval Scottish literature is impressive. It reminded me of the Scots nonsense songs we would sing as bairns of Three Craws sittin’ on a wa’.
The first craw fell and broke his jaw
The second craw was greetin’ for his maw
The third craw went and flew awa’
– and this is where it enters the realm of abstract philosophy and ontology –
The fourth craw wasnae there at a’.
I appreciate the literary and cultural history of corvids might be better discussed elsewhere, but hey, lockdown. Take it where you find it.