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Crow Graffiti

Ilha Do Corvo

Ilha do Corvo is the northernmost member of the Azores, the mid-Atlantic archipelago stretching west from Portugal.  It is home to four or five hundred people, some stone windmills, a huge extinct volcano, and, to judge by the name, crows. Corvo and its hydrangea-speckled neighbour Flores are so far out from the European mainland that they actually rest on the North American Plate. Consequently they are edging away from the rest of the country by several millimetres each year.  Already Corvo is a few miles closer to St.John's, Newfoundland, than to Lisbon.

Crow Stencil

It's A Long Way Off

December gift giving folly is a long way off I suppose.  But is it really so far away that I can't hint that this might be a nice addition to the oddly growing pile of crow-related reading material?

(via Bookslut)

I'm still on the look-out  for this one, but I don't need this one or this one.

Why crows? Probably my father's fault since he liked to claim he was going off to shoot crows when he and his buddies were headed into the woods to drink beer.  And if it wasn't crow shooting, it was porcupine shooting. And when porcupines or crows weren't to hand, there was beer can shooting or floating bleach bottle shooting.  The advantage of beer cans and bleach containers, I suppose, was that people wouldn't complain that the kids where murdering animals. (Um, yes, lots of target practice. Um, yes, lots of different types of guns. Um, yes, we were all pretty good shots by the time we were 10. And, um, yes, it's not that hard to make your own ammunition.)

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