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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Monday, 8 February 2010

Feb 8th

Another winter day: grey, grim, cold - but even though the sky was covered in thick dark clouds, the lengthening daylight does hint at spring to come.
I left the house at 7.30 a.m., having heard raven calls from Pontcanna Fields, and more robins and blackbirds singing their hearts out.

As I was getting to the top of the big field, not having seen or heard a single raven, I was joined by Toby, the Border Collie, and his owner. we walked to the ravens field, chatting. One raven flew into the tall sycamore, and one, right in front of us, flew to sit on one of the fence posts at the 'usual' enclosure. 
While we walked towards it, chatting, and while I kicked Toby's tennis ball, the first raven flew from the sycamore to the maple next to the tennis courts. 
There, he made a few soft croaking sounds. 
This is the second time he has done so, he seems to do this when I am with another dog walker and dog. I think he is trying to tell me that I should give him some food - I refrain from throwing scraps to the open ground when dogs like Toby or Bas are around, because they will scoff them. 

We walked round the enclosure, I threw my scraps into it, and both ravens picked them up. It was my young pair, both again exhibiting the behaviour I have been describing at length.

As we walked back into the big field, closer to the Horse Chestnut Avenue than I usually go, one followed us, again first flying into the sycamore, then to the ground. He did get a couple of scraps as Toby had run off to greet Cookie, but flew off when Toby returned.

Today, I was able to track down the one raven who hangs about right at the entrance to Llandaff Fields. I was hoping that this might be my bold one.  It was not ... 

So more investigations needed, weather permitting. More cold and ice has been predicted for the coming days, and we don't know yet if it will engulf us here as well.

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