Another cold and grey morning. It was still dark when we left the house at 7.30 a.m. The sunrise looked as if someone had made a line with a paint brush across the sky, right above the rooftops. It was a pinkish, pale orange.
The wind hit us when we left the shelter of the street, it came from the North west and was icy!
We'd not heard raven calls earlier this morning. There were none in the park, nor did we hear any calls.
The young pair came flying in from the allotments when we were practically in the middle of the ravens field. They are getting closer when in the open field, but are not keen on being fed in the enclosure. One even stayed outside it until we were halfway round.
We left along the 'no-more-food' walk. One followed us and flew to sit on a small crab apple tree. The slim branches could just about bear its weight.
It was good to go this way - on the patch of the big field, where I had the six ravens last week, Cookie and Toby were having their play-time. They're both Border Collies - so we went up and had a chat, with them and their owners.
As we went further along, back home, two ravens came from the toddlers' playground, and sat on a small rowan tree, watching us. They got a few scraps, because I now think its not so much the locality they associate with the food, its me and Madame!
Interestingly, the magpies avoid the ravens, and they also fly off when we approach, regardless of ravens being around. I know they have observed me and the ravens getting food at least once, but they don't seem to have made the connection between me and food being made available.
It will be even colder tomorrow - I might change our approach to the ravens field again, to see if the two young pairs are willing to share the food in the ravens field.
And Madame seems to be up for a slightly longer walk ...!
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