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.

Thursday, 15 April 2010

April 15th

Another grey morning, with a penetrating blast from the Arctic! The icy wind from the North East made the morning feel as if we were still in January, not in April.
We left the house at 7.20 a.m.. No raven calls the whole long way round, and none while we were in the ravens field.
The jackdaws we saw yesterday have now moved to the bottom of the ravens field, a good half dozen of them.
So we went home, after some training and some dog encounters. 

On the way back, we spotted two ravens in the first field, which was being mown by a tractor with huge cutting implements on both sides. 
Some seagulls had settled on the freshly mown part, looking for worms - and there was a pair of ravens who also were looking for what they could find in the ground, not minding the tractor at all. They kept to one side of that machine, the seagulls to the other.

Later this afternoon, we saw one pair of ravens and one single one in the huge fenced-off area of Pontcanna Fields (not on the map). 

The pair flew off as we approached. 
The single one kept behind the fence, watching, and as I threw some bits from Miss Sophie's stash of training rewards, he eyed them from a distance and then picked them up after we'walked on for about ten yards. 
Not my ravens, then ...

I'll keep on the look-out for my ravens, especially as the ravens field is a good place to train Miss Sophie. 
Regarding the time we get there ... well ... lets say we'll get there when we get there ...

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