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.

To get the full story, start at the bottom entry in the archive, and read upwards.
Then read the current diary entries from the bottom up as well.

Once you've got the full story, just visit and read the new story for the day!


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, 22 March 2010

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.

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