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Ravens are great.
It's really fascinating to see that it stayed there and knew that the people would pull the quills out seeing as it didn't fly away instantly.
It's really fascinating to see that it stayed there and knew that the people would pull the quills out seeing as it didn't fly away instantly.
I'm guessing that they regularly feed it, since ravens can recognize people by their faces. Can't imagine it sitting there like that if they hadn't interacted with it before
Jesus. the nostalgia just hit my like a train, i need to go back and watch that show.
Dey smart.
they don't even need thumbs to do things.
It's the crows you gotta look out for www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDmCxUncIyc
they don't even need thumbs to do things.
It's the crows you gotta look out for www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDmCxUncIyc
The better species is the one that is better at adapting technology like humans do. I think this means crows are better.
In bird culture, that would be considered a dick move.
But we've demonstrated that ravens aren't that stupid, they just aren't particularly smart. Would they have the cognitive ability to neuter the crows in such a way that they can only make the tools the ravens want and not have the ability to make weapons necessary for overthrowing their raven overlords?
where's that ******* picture of timon looking thoughtful
where's that ******* picture of timon looking thoughtful
In the beginning the Ravens would work with the Crows, the Raves would protect and help the Crows from dangers and in turn the Crows would give the Ravens the tools necessary to do so such as weapons and improved foraging techniques but Little do the Crows know, the Ravens have been plotting to become stronger than the Crows to the point the Crows themselves cannot fight back because of the Ravens combined size and the technology they wield.
The Crows would become second class citizens under the supreme rule of the Nesting Leader, General Caw.
The Crows would become second class citizens under the supreme rule of the Nesting Leader, General Caw.
It's been three years since the takeover.
General Caw sits atop the highest tree the Ravens could find. Of course He's completely exposed to attack, but that doesn't matter much when our wings are clipped at birth to keep us subservient.
My father works a "nice" job designing tools and weapons for the Ravens who dwell in the trees and in the sky. It could be worse for him, he could be slaving away in the forges making things he will never use, for people he will never see and who know little of his life or existence.
The rest of my family are all gone. They were thrown from the second highest branch, just below the nest of General Caw to send a message to my father and I. He had been spotted with other crow rebels. They called themselves merciful for not killing him or demoting him to hard labor in the mines or forges.
I wish he were.
Now I myself have the "privilege" of being educated thanks to the position my father holds.. Educated in only a nominal sense. Every day I am told things like "You must never question our Leader or the Great Ravens" and "Never look a Great Raven in the eye, it is disrespectful." and my personal favorite: "Always be grateful to our Leader for his mercy." Some crows my age don't learn these things at all and must work in the same places their parents do. Sometimes I envy them, but then I remember how they're maimed and diseased after months of toiling, and have the choice of dying or continuing to work.
I'm no writer, and can't think of anything else right now.
General Caw sits atop the highest tree the Ravens could find. Of course He's completely exposed to attack, but that doesn't matter much when our wings are clipped at birth to keep us subservient.
My father works a "nice" job designing tools and weapons for the Ravens who dwell in the trees and in the sky. It could be worse for him, he could be slaving away in the forges making things he will never use, for people he will never see and who know little of his life or existence.
The rest of my family are all gone. They were thrown from the second highest branch, just below the nest of General Caw to send a message to my father and I. He had been spotted with other crow rebels. They called themselves merciful for not killing him or demoting him to hard labor in the mines or forges.
I wish he were.
Now I myself have the "privilege" of being educated thanks to the position my father holds.. Educated in only a nominal sense. Every day I am told things like "You must never question our Leader or the Great Ravens" and "Never look a Great Raven in the eye, it is disrespectful." and my personal favorite: "Always be grateful to our Leader for his mercy." Some crows my age don't learn these things at all and must work in the same places their parents do. Sometimes I envy them, but then I remember how they're maimed and diseased after months of toiling, and have the choice of dying or continuing to work.
I'm no writer, and can't think of anything else right now.