Do Crows = Death? and Step Dad dying.

Okay so this is the first time I have ever posted on a form. Today my question is do crows = death? I will explain and share my personal experiences with birds and death.

So to start off I would like to say fuck 2016, it has been an awful year.
Instance 1: A crow gets into my grandmothers porch (Friday march 25 2016) (her house is an apartment attached to mine), she mentions something like “that means death.” exactly 7 days later (April 1 2016) a close family friend died suddenly of a heart attack at 51.

Instance 2: The next Saturday (April 2 2016) (day after close family friend passed) a crow got into MY house into a closed room with no open windows/doors, the bird would have had to get passed all of us (we had company over and were all in the dining room) to get there. Exactly a week later (April 9 2016) my (step) uncle battling cancer passed away.

Instance 3: On April 9th 2016 the date my uncle passed my mom thought she had heard a birds wings flapping in that room (I was there, did not hear it but was there when she thought she heard it), upon investigation there was nothing. Ten minutes later she gets a call saying my uncle passed 10 minutes ago.

Spooky right? I try not to believe this stuff but that is crazy.

Instance 4:

You will need some background so they found cancer on my step dads (uncle who passed, older brother) head (skin cancer). They removed it. A month later a spot was there my mom was worried doctor says they cannot remove it because it is cosmetic (the didn’t think it was cancer). So we paid to have it removed and it turns out it was cancer. Upon further investigation they found out it is just starting to get into his bones, BUT it may have come from elsewhere. (I found this out yesterday – July 17 2016)

WELL: yesterday there were a bunch of crows swarming around a tree which I was 15 feet away from making a TON of noise. I have never seen anything like that on my property, I live right in a village have neighbours on both sides, no fields or forests or anything.

So does this mean what I think it means?

Does my step dad only have a week?

One other thing to note: Another bird got into the house between instance 3 and 4, and my mom was crying on the kitchen floor. So I can’t tell her about the crows. I am not aloud to tell anyone about this, so i figured I would come to forms.

No, crows do not mean death. They are just animals. I see crows all the time and nobody dies.

You are looking for some meaning in a random world where none exists. Sometimes life just sucks for no particular reason.

How many times have you had someone important to you die when crows were NOT around?

It’s called confirmation bias: (from Wiki) the tendency to search for, interpret, favor, and recall information in a way that confirms one’s preexisting beliefs or hypotheses, while giving disproportionately less consideration to alternative possibilities.

Plus, it’s clouds of whippoorwills, not crows.

Crows are just birds. They’re not magical or portentuus; they’re just a widespread species of bird that’s gotten a bad reputation because they’re clever scavengers. They can’t predict death, and they don’t foreshadow death. A couple of random incidents subject to confirmation bias and easily explained by natural causes do not constitute anything weird or spooky. If it helps, there’s a raven nest outside my office, and no one I know personally has died in the last few years.

It is not necessarily so that there is absolutely no correlation. Many species of birds that are carrion-feeders (including crows) have evolved a capacity to read subtle clues and anticipate that a potentially edible creature is about to become carrion.

This does not mean that activity of corvids nearby presages death, but you also cannot say with certainty that corvids do not move about looking for impending death, with some success. There is a great deal of evidence suggsting that pets can perceive the health of their masters, using subtle indicators that humans have not yet discovered…

I live with a flock of paired ravens and the only thing in their immediate proximity available to die is me. We’ve coexisted in reasonable peace for a dozen years, despite their many “caucuses” such as you describe.

No correlation. And I agree with others here who have said you should familiarize yourself with the practice of confirmation bias.

It’s an old bit of folklore that a bird in the house means death. Crows and Ravens in particular are associated with death because of their appearance on battlefields and also because they’re black birds that act oddly sometimes. Ravens were also associated with supernatural knowledge and wisdom.
Snopes has an article on it:

ETA: the Snopes article has a bibliography if you’d like to read more about it.

If you see a flock of crows, do you soon see a pile of dead humans?

Yeah, me too!

A flock of crows is a murder.

3 fat crows live in the tree in my front yard. I see them everyday, and guess what? It turns out people die everyday! It must be true!

This. I am sorry to say that the OPs Step-dad will probably not live to see the weekend.

Crows are nice and fun. As I have noted elsewhere, cockatiels are the evil ones.

***Update: My step dad is fine, although the cancer has come back they are investigating the severity.

However my 6 (7 in two days) year old standard poodle who got me through middle and high school was put down today. I took her to the vet yesterday because something wasn’t right, it turns out she had severe internal bleeding and a mass in her stomach (presumably cancer) so my family came home from camping and we spent one last night with her.

I make the pile first, then I see the crows.

I toss peanuts to the crows because we find them pretty. And they are intelligent birds, so maybe they’ll like us. It’s nice to be liked by animals. This morning a murder of crows were raising more of a ruckus than usual. (And hours earlier, too.) Mrs. L.A., who was sleeping, yelled, ‘Shut up!’ and shut the outside door.

Good for your Dad–fight the good fight!

Very sorry about your poodle. We lost our Border Collie/Golden Retriever mix last Columbus Day. She was anemic (we suspected internal bleeding from an operation the previous week) and was so old for the breed(s) that euthanasia seemed best. Dammit!

Hang in there. And consider a rescue dog when the time is right (why, that could be right now!).