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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Sunday, 21 February 2010

Sunday, Feb 21st

Well, the weather didn't stay the same ... rain overnight and in the early hours of the morning. There were many robins singing to each other before dawn, but no raven calls.

I went out at 7.40 a.m., to a grey sky with no hint of sunrise. It was cold, but the rain quickly faded to a drizzle and then stopped by the time I had got to the top of the big field.

As yesterday, however, the quarry pair arrived as soon as I stood still, then the young pair came swooping in from over the toddlers' playground while I got the scraps out. I fed both pairs, who were skittish, with good reason: more blackheaded seagulls were circling over our heads.

Then the bold pair came while the feeding was going on. They came from the far end of the ravens field. Both were also a bit nervous because of the seagulls. The bold one again scoffed everything which came within his view, his companion waiting for him to feed, even when a scrap landed quite close to her. She only picks up a couple when the bold one has flown off to hide his scraps.

Then a seagull came really close to the ground - the quarry pair flew off immediately, the young pair hopped away for a good ten yards. The companion of the bold one kept standing still - and then the bold one came swooping back in, very low to the ground: that scared the seagull, who then took off.

Both the young pair and the bold pair got the rest of the scraps, and as I started to trudge back through the mud Bas came round the playground - and wasn't he one muddy pup!

It would seem therefore that the ravens look out for me, and certainly the quarry pair comes when I stop walking. 
The other two seem to take their cue from the quarry pair. We'll see if this works out tomorrow as well - being back to a working week, there will be more dogs bouncing along, with their walkers in attendance, so the ravens may do something else.

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