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That day was the first time that it was pointed out to me… the very clear-cut and definite way that I was different from everyone else. It was the first time I noticed that unlike my mom’s hair or my grandma’s hair or my cousin Megha’s hair, mine was… different. It was unruly and twisty and frizzy and projected in all kinds of directions. Most of my hair defied gravity by sticking straight upwards into the air. Everytime I washed my hair, it appeared to morph into a different structure altogether, sometimes forcing other people to question whether I was the same person or not. My hair was even more messy after I combed it. To relieve most of my frustration and avoid these problems, I usually just kept my hair in a plait. It just looked more neat and put-together that way and being a capable and responsible student, I wanted to look like one.

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Many, many, years ago, my parents threw a giant 10th birthday party for me. They invited my friends, my classmates, my relatives, and a large assortment of family friends. It was a great mix. I can still remember how excited and pumped I was to show everyone how grown-up and smart I had become in such a short amount of time … even though I still enjoyed chasing my meek and minuscule cousin Megha around my room! In my defense, I was the oldest and most cutthroat out of all my cousins and I felt it was my duty to toughen her up. My friends could always count on me to be relentlessly overbearing and fierce when needed. But something happened to me that day…

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Akira, here! I’d like to say welcome to all the readers of Stories with Spice. I’ve been selected to hop-start-skip this journey and I’m desperately hoping I don’t wreak havoc within the first post. I find that I’ve been stuck in a very reflective and nostalgic mood as of late. This usually happens to me at this time of year. The days are slowly growing longer, with the sun casting out her rays of light for longer periods of time. Some days, I wake up to the sounds of sparrows singing and chickadees chirping outside my window. We are at the turning point of the year, aren’t we? While submerged in my sunken window seat, I am often overcome by those few blissful moments of solitude impelling me to reckon with my thoughts and contemplate deeply about my life. Last week, I suddenly had this aching desire emerge out of me, a desire to share my story - one that I think will resonate with many of you.

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Going out:

*dresses up nicely to look and feel good* *panics from all the looks I’m getting**

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Going out:

*dresses up nicely to look and feel good* *panics from all the looks I’m getting**

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catchymemes

NO SURVIVORS

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There’s more spices on a single Dorito than a medieval peasant would have had in their entire life

sandradrivas

peppapigvevo

fucking dinosaurs got this

nowyoukno

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Crows are scary They

use tools

Can be taught to speak (like parrots)

Have huge brains for birds

like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee

They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things

they are scary smart at solving puzzles

some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies

they can remember faces

SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT. They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows. Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag. But the nice guys with masks they left alone. THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight. THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.

They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Guys I’m really scared of crows now. (q)

doctormemelordmd

Yeah but have you seen this

stultiloquentia

A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

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Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

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I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

ruggie-bucchis

that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.

avianawareness

Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.

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this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.