Feb 23rd

Another grey and cold winter morning: damp, icy wind, no sunrise to cheer one up.

The robins however did sing early in the morning, and there were a few raven calls. 

I left the house at 7.20 a.m., and no raven calls came from from Llandaff Fields. There were no dog walkers around - but the quarry pair did spy me, and followed me to the top of the big field. 

As soon as I stopped to get the scraps out of my pocket, the young pair came flying in, again from across the toddlers' playground, not bothered by the nearly twenty blackheaded seagulls sitting on the ground there.

One of the young pair assumed the juvenile food-begging position, wings spread wide on the ground, and made a soft, quorking noise.

Again, once the feeding was underway, the bold pair flew in from across the ravens field.

All ravens behaved as described a few times now - and again, the quarry pair flew off first, still being skittish in the company of the other two pairs. 

After I had given them all the food I had on me, I walked back. The bold pair followed me for a bit, walking behind me, but gave up when no more food was coming their way, and flew off.

However, as I got much further down the big field, I noticed two ravens, one each sitting on top of the rugby goal posts there. They quorked, and one flew down again, landing behind me: that, to me, seems a nice indication that they recognise me,

The weather will be as horrible tomorrow as it was today - so there's a good chance to find out if I can elicit a repeat performance from my ravens.