ITS A DIARY !
This is a diary, or rather, field notes written up each day, with the latest entry at the top.
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Then read the current diary entries from the bottom up as well.
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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, 13 April 2010
The morning was dry and sunny, but definitely more chilly than the last few mornings.
We left the house at 7.20 a.m., sorry, I had to watch an interview with a politician, seeing that we're having our General elections on May 6th.
We walked again along the long way, no ravens but some crows.
Coming into the ravens field - no ravens, but some calls coming from beyond the wall to the allotments.
We walked round the top enclosure, me throwing scraps while we rounded the enclosure. One single raven turned up as we had turned towards the spinney, and picked up the scraps in the corner furthest away from us. He flew off, over the wall and the allotments, but did not come back.
Nor were any ravens, like the quarry pair, coming into the big field when we walked back.
It looks as if we will definitely have to get out much earlier, because the workmen start coming with their vehicles around 7.45 a.m., thus certainly disturbing the routine.
I am also convinced that the ravens' eggs have hatched - a friend reported seeing raven hatchlings in Cornwall earlier this month, being fed by the adults.
I can only guess at where my ravens have their nest - but it looks to me that the adults, not the ones I've been feeding (they have not reached sexual maturity yet), have a nest in one of the very tall sycamores standing in the grounds of the riding stables.
Early nights for Miss Sophie and me, then, from now on ...
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