Crows live a long time, and are monogamous. If the male crow dies, the female will never take another mate (compare this to the story of the turtledove). Crows take responsibility for feeding their offspring, and escort their young in flight. The crow’s voice predicts rain, and the crow is said to be able reveal ambushes and foretell the future. Crows lead flocks of storks when they cross the sea to Asia. When the crow finds a corpse, it first pecks out the eye.

Crow, from the Medieval Bestiary (via medievalthedas)

For musical reflection of this eye-pecking, see “The Twa Corbies.” Which is one of my favorite morbid traditional ballads.

I don’t get this a lot, thankfully, largely because I don’t end up eating around non-family much these days. My usual response when I do/have gotten it is, “I can eat anything in moderation.”

Because I can. If eating any sugar at all would kill me, I’d be way screwed because most foods have some amount of some kind of sugar in them. But diabetes Does Not Work That Way. It’s sad, the number of people in the world who are under the impression that it does. When I hadn’t been diagnosed for long, I had a classmate’s mom–who was not a medical professional or nutritionist–try to “educate” me and my mother about what veggies are or are not loaded with carbs (hint: tomatoes and carrots are not that loaded in carbs; potatoes, on the other hand, are).

So yes, people who ask this question: You may mean well, but it’s really, really annoying, and frankly none of you business.