||[Mar. 2nd, 2011|02:15 pm]
This curious & intriguing link has been popping up on FB the past couple of days ~ & is certainly worth a peruse whilst having a cup of tea. :-)
It has reminded me of the tales of my paternal grandmother; a lady who I never got to know as she died when I was only three. The tales are many about her however as she comes from a strand of ancestors reputed to be 'gifted' - Ellen Ingeborg (as was her name) had the intuitive talent of knowing when people was about to come to visit. She heard what in the nordic countries is called 'fore-steps', i.e. sounds of steps on the veranda before a visitor arrived. The tale goes she would instruct member of the family to put the kettle on the stove as 'such & such' was coming. And apparantly she was never wrong...
But the tale of the crows is a different one. High up in the harsh, mountain & pine adorned north of Sweden there's never been a phletora of wildlife (aside from moose & bear!). Besides the cat, my grandmother used to feed the magpies & crows around the pretty majestic, big wooden red house. Her & the birds formed such a strong bond, that on the rare occasion when she left the house to wander down to the village shop, the birds would insist to come along, flying overhead. But ~ this the curious part ~ my grandmother used to stop, wave at them & tell them that they could not follow, that they should head back. The tale goes, that the birds obeyed her every time...
~ There, a little slice of intriguing nordic mysteries for you, in this grey start of March! ;-)