I have loads of great photo material that would be pity not to share. I am searching through my archives and promise, this will be the last (second) blog post about this one, as it doesn't directly correlate with my art nor artistic career, but as it has affected me in one way or another, it has to be shared as a once in a lifetime experience.
The jackdaw was living with us (me and my kids) for a period of few months after we saved its life. It had the most wanted lifestyle I would guess. We named it KARMA. Karma wanted to eat only best foods possible: when it was little, it was free range egg yolk with white bread to keep the liquid together; then also some meat was acceptable, but only the best and softest part of beef cooked rare medium.
As I personally don't do this stuff, I had the chance to offer it few times from the restaurants (greetings, Hilton's The Able Butcher, and Meat Market in Tartu!). No ordinary meat was acceptable. Karma also liked goat cheese, but goat cheese only. It never took cat food, even though that was offered (and suggested) all the time. It also liked some gourmet seeds and nuts and delicacy worms.
When we tried to introduce it to the outer world, it didn't want to go. We drove around several times, it either stayed on my shoulder (walked with me, so others could take photos) or flew just a bit away just to land back on my head. When we managed to find other jackdaws in hope of him to join them, it flew to the other direction and stood on the first tree - that was a spruce - for three hours.
We went back and he landed on my head again. So we drove back.
It also had nice and neat habits of cleaning itself. Karma loved to take baths every other day at the griddle. It showed me the need to wash via coming close to me, washing dishes, and trying to catch the water. So I went to the sauna room and put the griddle with lukewarm water on the floor and he took swims 4-5 times. It didn't like how it looked afterwards though.
The meetings with mirror were funny.
Karma, I hope you have best of times, whereever you are, dead or alive!
In Egypt, they definitely believed in afterlife and it must be added, I'd never domesticate a wild bird like that. These things can only come to you if they happen just like that. It feels like they choose or life chooses to put you through that wonderful experience. It was a gift and it was a little bit like a cage also for me, as for an empath, I didn't want to leave him alone (then it would have needed the cage that was always there for his own space if he would have wanted moments of peace).
And also, he really liked to steal children's Merci chocolates and cigarillos and MAKE NOTHING LEFT of the notebook and/or books, as written materials and timelines didn't seem to matter much to him.
That was an aerial perspective.
Thank you so much :)
(How can I now clean my navel and lashes....and nose and ears...)
PS I'm having trouble with gender as I don't know which Karma was. So for grammatical safety "it" sounds correct, but personally I tend to think "it" was "him"... Who knows. Still have to find out what it was all about, probably a messenger.
Boeuf a la tar tar from Meat Market in Tartu. I don't remember if Karma ate it a bit, but the general rule was, that he only accepted a few bites from the beef fillet cooked rare. He refused all other meat (cat food obviously included and rated as "terrible"). The steak from The Able Buther and Meat Market was OK, but only the soft inside part.
Karma was surprised when I came out of the bathroom. The wonder where I got so full of junk that didn't even taste good was expressed.
Wet Karma after bathing at the griddle.
Introducing some "healthy" food.
Of course, the seed!
WOW, Colours!
An example of nature and culture meeting.
Yup, try to paint with me. It will be worse than with kids (ONE, TWO), you know, I have wings! I'm faster!
Anyway, not sure I want to go to the forest...
See, I told you. Never gonna leave your side. You can just walk with me around here at Taevaskoja.
Really just like to warm your neck and feel safe here...
Or may we say...
But also, cleaning what comes out every 15 minutes does take some effort!
PS I'm having trouble with gender as I don't know which Karma was. So for grammatical safety "it" sounds correct, but personally I tend to think "it" was "him"... Who knows. Still have to find out what it was all about, probably a messenger.
Boeuf a la tar tar from Meat Market in Tartu. I don't remember if Karma ate it a bit, but the general rule was, that he only accepted a few bites from the beef fillet cooked rare. He refused all other meat (cat food obviously included and rated as "terrible"). The steak from The Able Buther and Meat Market was OK, but only the soft inside part.
Karma was surprised when I came out of the bathroom. The wonder where I got so full of junk that didn't even taste good was expressed.
Wet Karma after bathing at the griddle.
Introducing some "healthy" food.
Of course, the seed!
WOW, Colours!
An example of nature and culture meeting.
Yup, try to paint with me. It will be worse than with kids (ONE, TWO), you know, I have wings! I'm faster!
Anyway, not sure I want to go to the forest...
See, I told you. Never gonna leave your side. You can just walk with me around here at Taevaskoja.
Really just like to warm your neck and feel safe here...
Or may we say...
But also, cleaning what comes out every 15 minutes does take some effort!