Town Raven

Town Raven
In flight


This is a diary, or rather, field notes written up each day, with the latest entry at the top.

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Location Map

Location Map
This shows where we walk and meet the ravens
The yellow and pink squiggly lines are two walks we take. The yellow one is the one we usually do. The squigglyness indicates how Madame visits her several important sniffing check-points!
We stop several times to feed the ravens, and you can see where they come from.

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Tuesday, 24 November 2009

Nov 24th

Still autumn storms - very windy, ground is soggy and muddy. We went out late again, reaching the ravens field around 8 a.m. Lots of other dog walkers around. No raven calls, and no ravens. 

But then, as we came to the spinney on the footpath - one appeared, flying onto a branch of the small ash tree bordering the spinney - and then the other came, sitting on another branch of that tree. I could see straightaway that these were the 'young' ravens, and not my original ones.

We went into the ravens field - they seem to be a bit more adventurous in the open, coming closer, to within three feet, to pick up the scraps - but only when we turn our backs! 
In the enclosure, they again kept mostly away, and still shy away when I throw a scrap. This time, one of them started storing scraps in his crop - neither of them flew off to make holes in the ground to hide the food. As with the original pair, one goes for all and any scraps he can get, the other waits for what is left over.

They both followed us, at a distance, to the spinney, still timid and snatching the scraps only when we turned away. They did not follow us as we walked round the 'no-more-food' way.

I don't understand why my bold raven doesn't turn up. 

There are two possibilities: either they do prefer the earlier time, when it is darker, or they have gone somewhere else. 
Tomorrow, I shall find out if they are where I saw them originally, near the steep slope of what we think were old quarries. 
If they aren't there, I'll try to get out earlier again, checking both locations on consecutive days. 

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