Well, it was Sunday - but how were the ravens to know?
Mind - I'm beginning to wonder if the ravens dislike the presence of the flocks of black-headed seagulls. There are quite a lot of them, a good four dozen, some herring gulls amongst them. I am wondering because yesterday they did not come until after Madame had chased the - much smaller - flock of wood pigeons off.
Its worth thinking about ...
I left the obligatory scraps of meat in the fenced-off plot, and then Madame and I trudged home, wet and cold.
On the way back, one raven appeared - he came from Pontcanna Fields and sat on the fence between the footpath and the toddlers' playground. I stood still, and then I carefully put my hand in my pocket to get the bag with the scraps of meat out - but he flew off.
It must have been the shy one, or else there are more than two ravens, which is possible. It certainly wasn't my bold one!
We'll see what tomorrow brings, weather-wise, dogwalker-wise and raven-wise ...
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