A Murder of Crows, that is…
Another Rainbow Hare Roll with three roomy zipped pockets for Jewellery, Sewing supplies or Arty things. Or perhaps to keep your tricks and tricks and lotions and potions and secret spells and charms!
To begin with there was no question of a murder at all.
It started with a cloth doll, who seemed to be in want of a bird, just after I had met the lovely Nicky from Mrs Sew and Sow in Lewes and purchased some black wool felt. And it doesn’t look remotely murderous – especially in the garden among the flowers.
Then, in April, whilst I was making some felt hares, I rediscovered the black felt so, of course I made some more black birds (if I’d had enough felt to make twenty three, this would be a very different post but I didn’t have that much felt!).
Now, usually, if you see more than two crows they’re rooks…So had my crow turned into Rook, or had it become an accessory in a Murder? And how did a flock of crows ever come to be known as a murder anyway? I’m wondering if crows are so unsocial that only a major feast (a battlefield or murder perhaps) could distract them from fighting each other off…If you have any other ideas, fact or fantastical, I’d love to hear them.
So, Crows or Rooks, I’ve finally got around to turning my black felt birds into hanging decorations, giving each a stuffed wool felt heart with two small bells.
|380. The Twa Corbies
|AS I was walking all alane|
|I heard twa corbies making a mane:|
|The tane unto the tither did say,|
|‘Whar sall we gang and dine the day?’|
|‘—In behint yon auld fail dyke||5|
|I wot there lies a new-slain knight;|
|And naebody kens that he lies there|
|But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair.|
|‘His hound is to the hunting gane,|
|His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,||10|
|His lady ‘s ta’en anither mate,|
|So we may mak our dinner sweet.|
|‘Ye’ll sit on his white hause-bane,|
|And I’ll pike out his bonny blue e’en:|
|Wi’ ae lock o’ his gowden hair||15|
|We’ll theek our nest when it grows bare.|
|‘Mony a one for him maks mane,|
|But nane sall ken whar he is gane:|
|O’er his white banes, when they are bare,|
|The wind sall blaw for evermair.’||20|
|GLOSS: corbies] ravens. fail] turf. hause] neck. theek] thatch.|
Ravens certainly seem to enjoy a more illustrious reputation, and are, of course, guardians of the Tower of London.
Or maybe they are just a decoration for Samhain/Halloween.
On Saturday, Rebecca, my wonderful Making Christmas co host, will be presenting a Halloween themed brainstorming post over at Making Rebecca Lynne. No one brainstorms like Rebecca so be sure to pay her a visit and link up your updated lists and your Winter makes from this week. If you haven’t signed up for Making Christmas, 2013, yet, you can find out all about it here :)
And lastly, because it’s Thursday, a little random something from pinterest :)