ITS A DIARY !
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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, 23 March 2010
No rain as yet, this morning - but quite dense fog. And it was still cold, sufficiently so that I was still wearing gloves.
The bird songs early in the morning were much quieter, and there were no raven calls.
I left the house at 7.50 a.m., and as I got to the first field, there were ravens calling from behind my back - from the road. No more raven calls, however, once I got to the top of the big field, and not one raven was to be seen. I did throw some scraps into the enclosure in the big field, but no raven turned up.
Then, into the ravens field, I saw one lone raven poking the ground inside the enclosure there. I walked up, but the raven did not show any interest. I walked round the enclosure, throwing scraps, and the raven - I assume he was one of the young pair - kept his distance from me but did walk to pick up one or two of those scraps.
At the same time, another raven was perched on the top of one of the rugby goal posts. He kept sitting there the whole time I was walking around the enclosure, he did not come down at all.
Back in the big field, again not one raven appeared, in spite of my standing, waiting, throwing scraps. So I walked back, quite puzzled as to this behaviour.
The usual dogs only turned up as I left, so it cannot have been their presence which disturbed the ravens - and they are used to them anyway.
The blackheaded seagulls also have mostly dispersed now - no huge flocks anywhere, just about half a dozen sitting in a small group in the far corner of the ravens field, near the goal post the raven was perched on.
All I can assume is that in some way the dense fog meant the ravens preferred to keep to the trees and other high places such as that goal post.
It was quite odd, though - ravens are always good for a surprise ...
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