When I arrived in Alaska in late 2006, I was surprised to see how many crows shared trees with eagles. There would be about 15 crows to every eagle. You always hear about eagles in Alaska, but never the crow. There is a lot of lore to the crow in Alaska, as the bird that stole the sun, and then the moon. And I'm thinking of this grackle, not really a crow but close enough, that hit me in the shoulder this past summer as I was walking to Austin Zen Center.
I could admit that I went to Alaska for the eagle, but what I got was the crow. I went for the grand scale adventure, the grizzly bear, the hunting, and the epic wilderness. What I got was sleep deprivation, hunger, mangy moose, slaughter, and a burned landscape, vast and white, prickled by charred spruce.
While you look for the eagle, what you get is the crow, may be the first noble truth. What happens if you look for the crow?