St. Oswald and His Raven

When I wasn’t looking for birds in the wild on our UK trip this spring, I was looking for them in the art we saw in the galleries, cathedrals and castles we wandered through.

It’s surprising how often you find them, in windows, mosaics and carvings, some contemporary and others centuries old.

Contemporary sculpture by UK artist, Paul Smith — located outside a gallery near York Minster in York.

But perhaps the most interesting piece of bird, specifically, corvid art I saw was in a window of Newcastle Cathedral. Amazingly, I hadn’t seen it before as I grew up on the Newcastle Quayside, just steps from the Cathedral and used to play in the alleyways in that area in the 1950s and 60s. Back then the church was known as St. Nicholas’ Cathedral.

When I was running wild in the cathedral grounds, the window in question would have been relatively new having been created in 1935 by glass artist Archibald Keightley Nicholson in memory of Edward, Viscount Grey of Fallodon.

The overall window portrays St. Oswald and St. Cuthbert — both venerable Northumbrian Saints. At my elementary school, we were divided, Hogwarts-like, into “houses” all named after the local saints — Aidan, Cuthbert, Hilda and Bede. St. Oswald didn’t make the final cut at St. Andrews School otherwise I might have been familiar with the raven connection.

The window, located in a side chapel of Newcastle Cathedral, portrays the two saints surrounded by and holding a wide array of birds  — possibly because Viscount Grey was a co-founder of the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds*. If you look closely you can find ducks, a black-headed gull, what looks like a kittiwake, doves, an eagle, a robin (the UK type) and even a puffin in the Farne Islands section at bottom left. Several squirrels and an otter round out the wildlife theme.

But what really leapt out at me was, naturally, the raven casually perched on St. Oswald’s hand!

So what is St. Oswald doing with a raven? I had to know, so I went down a research rabbit hole. Here’s what I emerged with …

First of all, who was Oswald?
He was a Northumbrian king who converted to Christianity and was killed in a battle with the King of Mercia in 642.

Why is Oswald associated with ravens?
One possible connection between Oswald and ravens is simply in his name and its connection to the Norse god, Odin. Oswald’s parents were not Christian and gave their children names that began with the prefix Os. This was linked to the Norse god, Odin, who was well known for his two raven advisors —Thought and Memory.
Oswald, Odin and ravens are also connected by legends involving elements of sacred trees and wells.

Odin hung from the world tree Yggdrasil, an ash tree, for 9 days pierced by his own spear in a quest to drink wisdom from a sacred well at the tree’s base. Myself, I’d have gone for a Continuing Education course — but then I’m not a Viking god.

The Oswald-raven link to this story occurred after Oswald’s death at the battle of Oswestry. The Mercian king ordered the head and arms of his slain enemy to be removed and hung on a stake. A great bird, presumably a raven, flew off with one arm and dropped it on an ancient ash tree. The arm (miraculously intact a year after Oswald’s death) brought the tree back to youthful vigour and caused a spring to appear from the earth. Even after Oswald’s brother retrieved the arm as a relic, the tree and spring retained miraculous healing properties.

These are the English connections between Oswald and ravens.

But the raven in the stained glass has a ring in his or her beak, so what’s all that about?

Well, hundreds of years after his death, a sort of cult of St Oswald grew in 12th and 13th century Germany, spawning a new Oswald and the raven story, this time with comic overtones.

In short, the story went that Oswald, for divine reasons, needed to persuade a princess to marry him. He sent his talking raven as an ambassador/marriage broker. The raven, a bird of quirky and outspoken personality, had many adventures and eventually helped secure the betrothal.

I found seemingly endless material about St. Oswald and his raven. If you’d like to hear more details, here’s a great video by German Medieval Studies researcher, Sarah Bowden.

A few more birds I spotted lurking in stained glass windows in York and Newcastle.

 

*Thanks to Maggie who pointed out that, while Viscount Grey was not the sole founder of the RSPB . The bird protection movement was initiated by a group of women in the late 19th century.  Emily Williamson, Etta Lemon and Eliza Phillips led the way with their campaign against the rampant use of feathers in fashion — a fad that was leading the the extinction of certain species. Read more about their work here > __________________________________________________________________________________________

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Raven Kiss at Devils Lake

The title of this post sounds, I know, rather over-the-top dramatic and gothic, but I just couldn’t resist putting all those words together.

And it really is an accurate title; being about my image “Raven Kiss” located on an interpretive sign at Devils Lake, near Mission. BC.

The story, from my perspective, started in 2021 when I was contacted by designers working with the Kwantlen on a series of interpretive signs to be located in the Mission Municipal Forest in the Stave West Forest Recreation Area.

The Stave Lake area is known to the Kwantlen people as an area where the Raven people returned after a devastating smallpox epidemic. The story is told on the sign below.

The designers were specifically looking for a photograph showing ravens as intelligent and family-oriented birds — just the reality I love to reflect in my images! I sent them a selection of pictures I thought might work and they chose Raven Kiss.

It’s been almost two years since the signs were installed along part of the Devils Lake loop trail and I’d been meaning to go out and visit them for that long.

Finally, on the spur of the moment, we decided to drive out there earlier this week.

It’s about an hour’s drive to the head of Stave Lake, on freeway and paved smaller roads.

Beyond this point, the road becomes an extremely pot-holed logging road — so don’t think of taking your brand new sports car up there. Or any vehicle with low clearance!

After a bouncy twenty minutes or so, we arrived at the Devils Lake park

This is the first of the interpretive signs, and you can see that ravens are a recurring theme.

Wooden walkway through the forest

The trail winds all around the lake, mostly through the forest, but with access to lakeside beaches at a few points along the way.

The interpretive signs continue along the trail for about two kilometres. The one with my raven image was, I think, the third to last sign in the series. All of them provided a wonderful view of the land from the perspective of the Raven people.

The trail along the far side of the lake was rockier and through forest that had been logged a long time ago.

Younger trees growing from the stump of a long-ago-logged bigger tree

The stump in the photo below shows the letterbox-shaped notches where loggers wedged in springboards above the flare of the tree — a point at which two fallers with a crosscut saw could perch to do their cutting.

Phillip in the Forest

Bracket fungus in autumnal colours

Me and Geordie on a rockier section of the trail

At the other end of the lake, there’s a floating bridge to get you back to the parking lot. I forgot to take a picture of the bridge as we got talking to a couple of young women who were swimming in the lake off the bridge. They were two of only four people we saw on the whole hike!

The view from the floating bridge.

It’s a very quiet and magical spot, so if you feel like exploring: wear good boots; bring a walking pole for the rocky, steep bits, pack a rain jacket (the mountain weather is changeable) and bring a snack. The loop took us about two and a half hours, with photo stops.

Oh, and I almost forgot to mention: we did see a raven! He or she flew above us, calling through the treetops and stopped for a few moments when we called back. They even returned our calls a couple of times before flying on to more important raven business.

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Tech Stress and a Raven’s Nest

Photo of four raven babies in a nest on the cliffs at St Abbs, Scotland

My tech stress and the raven’s nest have nothing in common except that one is proving therapeutic in the face of the other.

I think you can guess which one is which.

The technical bit is boring, so I’ll just tell you that my file storage system is suddenly lifeless and incommunicado. Shades of the timeless Monty Python  “dead parrot” sketch.

Fortunately (sort of) I’m a veteran of 35 years of  “oh my god, how can all that priceless information have vanished in a heartbeat” moments, so I’m pretty neurotic about backing up most of my backups. Still, I’ll be much happier when I get the new hardware and see for sure that the backup drives are OK.

To talk myself down from the stress ceiling, I’ve been looking at some of my favourite moments from our spring trip to the UK, and I came across videos of this raven’s nest we were lucky enough to see in Scotland.

And there WAS a lot of luck involved.

First of all, we almost didn’t go to St. Abbs — a lovely village just over the Scottish border from our  B&B in Berwick-upon-Tweed.

We had planned to spend our last morning on the northern Northumberland coast at Lindisfarne. We’d been waiting patiently for that rare convergence of tides and byzantine bus schedules that would allow us to get to Holy Island on public transit, and Saturday was the day.

At the last minute, based on the advice of  bird watchers we met on  buses and in cafés, we changed our minds and instead hopped on a bus to St. Abbs. It was, we were told, a great place for seeing birds.

The St Abbs area stood in for New Asgard in the filming of the “Avengers: Endgame” — so we knew the scenery would be fairly spectacular.

Thor’s Hammer in the St Abbs Visitors’ Centre

And it really was.

The bus let us off in the village and from there we headed out on the walk along the cliff-side walk to the lighthouse at St. Abbs Head. We already had one eye on our watches as there was only one bus back south to Berwick-upon-Tweed to catch our train back to Newcastle.

View of cliffs and homing pigeon at St Abbs (photo)

A homing pigeon heading back to his loft in St Abbs

June and Phillip on the cliffs at St Abbs

Walking the path with the village in the background

Rocky pinnacle at St Abbs, Scotland. Raven stands at top, guarding nest below

Spot the raven on the top of this rock outcropping. I didn’t even see it as we hurried past the first time on our destination, the lighthouse at St Abbs Head.

Galloping along, we reached the lighthouse and were rewarded by the sight of many sea birds nesting on the jagged cliffs.

Lighthouse at St Abbs photo

We saw guillemots, eider ducks and kittiwakes. There may have been the odd puffin in. the crowd but, if so, we didn’t have time to pick them out.

Photo of Guillemots and Eider Ducks cliffs at St Abbs, Scotland

Guillemots and Eider Ducks.

I was thrilled to get my first close up look at rooks too! I’d watched them tending to their young in rookeries in Wales and England, but always up high in the trees. There was another rookery at the start of the St Abbs path and, further along, the adult rooks were coming down to the fields above the crags to forage. Hooray!

Photo of a rook standing in grass at St Abbs, Scotland 

There were lots of jackdaws too, making their pinball arcade game calls and wheeling about in the sky with the rooks.

Rook and jackdaw flying above in blue sky photo

I was already very happy with our trip to St Abbs Head as we  headed back at a brisk bus-catching pace.

Hikers looking like Sound of Music extras at St Abbs, Scotland

Here my telephoto lens makes Phillip pointing at birds and someone taking a selfie look like a promo shot for a Sound of Music remake

It was as we were striding purposefully back past that rocky tower when Phillip spotted it — a raven’s nest!!!

Wide shot photo of cliffs with a raven's nest and raven parent guarding it on the cliffs at St Abbs, Scotland

You can see the adult raven on the very top and, looking straight down to a pale area on the crags below — there’s the nest!

I’m pretty sure he almost regretted pointing it out, as it was then like prying a limpet off a rock to get me to move again in the direction of the bus stop.

The nest was pretty far away from the path and it was very windy, so the photo and video quality isn’t  great, but I did my best — in the face of a lot of pressure to get moving.

Photo of four raven babies in a nest on the cliffs at St Abbs, Scotland

Three babies still in the nest and one doing a bit of exploring below it

In the video below (sorry for the wind noise) you can see the one adventurous baby exploring among the sea pinks outside of the nest. One of the young ravens in the nest makes a tentative flapping motion. In this location there’s not a lot of room for error, so these raven fledglings (like other cliff-nest dwellers) , must be pretty sure of their flying skills when they make the momentous choice to take off.

 

By now, I was noticing a slight note of hysteria in Phillip’s warnings about the time, so it was time to stuff the camera back into the bag and set off at a  jog towards the bus stop.

We caught the bus and were able to tuck this little raven’s nest memory away for a mentally rainy day. I like to close my eyes and think of all four of those young ravens now soaring over the cliffs at St Abbs.

While I’ve been writing the blog, the new computer hardware has arrived, so now I just have to wait for my tech person to come over and put it all back together for me. Fingers crossed!

 

 

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