Why do human beings have a need to believe in something that controls their environment and life? Does the link shown below offer some insight into why we need to make offerings to something that provides us with continued life but which we don’t understand? Perhaps this is innate in all animals. I’ve started to wonder…
“The crows would clear the feeder of peanuts, and leave shiny trinkets on the empty tray; an earring, a hinge, a polished rock. There wasn’t a pattern. Gifts showed up sporadically – anything shiny and small enough to fit in a crow’s mouth.
The girl who gets gifts from birds