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, 20 April 2010

April 20th


Yet another cold morning, with clear skies and bright sunshine, but frost on the grass ...

It was lovely and quiet yet again. I should point out that we're under the flight path for the international flights from the USA, via Ireland, so since last Thursday, the effects of the flight ban, due to the ashes from the Icelandic volcano, are quite noticeable.

We left the house at 6.40 a.m. and got to the top of the big field without hearing or seeing one raven. The usual dog walkers weren't out yet - but some people did physical exercises, push-ups and all, so Miss Sophie was not sure if she ought to be scared or interested.
In the ravens field we started off with Miss Sophie on her long training lead, and walked round the boundary before going to the enclosure. 
Well - that was the plan! 
But at 10 minutes past seven, two white vans drove in to the top enclosure: ground workers to deal with the pitch inside the enclosure ...

So - no ravens, no raven calls, and obviously this was not a good time to go and throw scraps into the enclosure.

As we walked back to the big field, we heard a few raven calls, and saw two ravens fly high up from where I think they are nesting (the clock tower of a big private school) straight to Pontcanna Fields, well above tree height. 

We'll try again tomorrow ...

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