Corvid Dreams

I have a thing about crows. I fed successive generations for 7 or 8 years. They once brought me a gift of a frog skeleton and would sit in the trees and caw at me (I’d caw back) when I was putting out their food. One day they disappeared. I would see crows (same ones?) way out in our field but never would come back to be fed. I have no idea why. Crows have been part of my iconography for years. Here is an oil pastel drawing entitled Corvid Dreams.