Sunday, March 21st

Tired, but woke up at the usual time - for Sunday, that is ...

It was cold, but dry and sunny. I went out about 7.10 a.m.

No ravens at all, at first - not surprising, since I was absent for a whole week.

At first, I threw some scraps into the enclosure at the big field - no ravens appeared.

Then, I walked towards the spinney, and one came flying to sit on a small tree, about five feet away. He followed me onto the ground as I walked on, throwing a few more scraps. There he was joined by his companion. It was the young pair, their behaviour, especially when I walked round the enclosure in the ravens field, made that very obvious. (See earlier notes about their behaviour, below).

Walking back to the big field, they did not follow at first, but then the bold pair turned up - my bold raven walking up to me to within four feet. The quarry pair turned up next, behind my back, as usual. Then the young pair also came.

Meanwhile, I'd walked into the middle of the big field, away from the enclosure. One of the quarry pair flew up to and landed next to the bold raven. A few wing-flaps from that one, and the quarry raven retreated quickly. No kerfuffle, though.

I got rid of all my scraps, no dogs around at all, and am happy that my ravens have not forgotten me.