Humans are unfair when we use animals to remember our own defects. We insult ourselves with "donkey, rat, dog" or, sometimes, we simply say "animal". We attribute to animals all our faults and imagine in them an arsenal of darkness and we descend like ours. Perhaps, also, if you wish, you can insult yourself, imagine in that case the only word would be "human".
We also denigrate them even in the sayings. A well-known one is "Breed ravens and they'll take your eyes out". The origin of this story comes from ancient Rome and is the product of our human ignorance.
Back then, the courtesans used to hatch raven eggs between their breasts. After many days, with the human warmth and with great care, the chicks were born. And among the first things they saw, it was a human face. From that moment, the bird experienced what is called "the imprint of birth" and I was confused forever. I thought it was a human being or that human being was a raven, like him.
When the animal reached sexual maturity, then his brain acted like a bird-man or a bird-man: He fell in love with the courtesan, of course, and he flirted with her like a bird, because I can not help but be one.
Among the birds there is a gesture of love to remove the lice and others that may come to nest among their feathers. That is the task of cleansing on the same path, by itself, but there are parts of your body at your own peak you can not reach: specifically your own face and the surroundings of your eyes. So a way to say "I love you" is to peck delicately around the eyes, to scare away and eliminate the small insects.
When the bird was flirting with the courtesan, she looked at his strange face without feathers, but somewhere in his eyes he had something that seemed to him: lashes and eyebrows. The story of the little ones, as well as the fact with their respective female.
At that moment, the horrified courtesan had a better cry of terror for what we considered an attack on her prized eyes. And, incidentally, he cursed the bird, ungrateful, pretended to leave her blind, no matter that she herself had hatched. They thought, then: "I raised you and now you want to take my eyes out". I did not want to get his eyes out, only the lice. That's why crows have such a bad reputation: because Roman courtesans knew many things, but not ethology.
In chess, on the other hand, there are no gestures of love. Everything is hate in its maximum expression:
This story was originally written by my friend Ramiro Díez in Diario EL TELÉGRAFO under the following address: https://www.eltelegrafo.com.ec/noticias/columnistas/1/pajaro-calumniado If you are going to use it, please quote our source and place a link to the original note. www.eltelegrafo.com.ec
