This old omen poem came my way many years ago, and it prompted me to do some research into crows. Fascinating birds, they mate for life, nurture their young for a full year, and are reported to have “funerals” of a sort. My pots feature two crows mostly to wish the user or viewer joy.

“One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Tree for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for the secret
never to be told.”