Town Raven

Town Raven
In flight

ITS A DIARY !

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!

Enjoy!

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.

If you right-click on the image and open it in a new tab, you can then zoom in to see more details.

Tuesday, 9 March 2010

Sunday, March 7th


Another icy night, with clear skies, so this morning there was another nice sunrise. Again there was frost on the ground. Although the robins and blackbirds did sing before dawn, the ravens did not call.

Once I got into Llandaff Fields, having left the house at 6.55 a.m. (yeah, I know - later than I aimed for ...), there were raven calls coming from all the boundaries. None was visible in the treetops, however, and none turned up until I had reached the top of the big field, standing at the enclosure for a minute or so.
On the way there, I counted fifty black-headed seagulls sitting (literally!) on the ground - a few were standing, as if to keep watch, the rest seemed to be sleeping. They flew off when I walked past, a good twenty feet away. Only after they had gone - by which time I stood at the enclosure - did the ravens turn up.

The young pair arrived first, then the bold pair coming from the ravens field, and the quarry pair were last. All six of them were very circumspect - the quarry pair still only go to pick up the scraps when I turn my back to them. One raven, each of the bold and the young pair, displayed the begging posture to their companion, and the companion of the young pair made again a cawing sound while clapping her beak.

It was still so cold that I went home as soon as I had distributed most of the scraps: the ravens, having picked up what they could, had gone to hide their booty and I didn't feel like waiting around.
However, as I was halfway back down the big field, the quarry pair appeared again, followed me on the ground, walking, then flew to sit on the crosspost of the rugby goal posts, watching me.

So I threw them the last of the scraps - and yet gain, they waited until I had turned my back and walked away before they came to pick them up. 

There were no dogs around, it was far too early, its being Sunday - but I did meet Bart when I left the car park: he'd just arrived in 'his' car. So I did get to give him a few cuddles.

Note to self: must try harder to get out before sunrise tomorrow!

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