April 2nd, Good Friday

Out at 7.30 a.m., cold, darkish, no sun, damp, wind from the West.

Walking round the long way, one raven on the top of a rugby goal post, flying to a young lime tree along the Horse Chestnut Avenue, watching us. His companion also appeared, flying to the ground. I threw a couple of scraps, but then we walked on. I think this was the quarry pair.

Into the ravens field, walking along the tennis court hedge, not into the middle to the enclosures because of Otis and Tyler - Miss Sophie being apprehensive. Along the wall to the allotments - two ravens flying into one of the maples, one making croaking sounds. I threw some scraps - they came to the ground: the bold pair, no doubt about that!

We kept walking on, because I'm still working to get Miss Sophie to feel secure and relaxed in this park.

Interestingly, I dreamt of the ravens last night, they came flying to the ground, so close as to make us stop, and asked why I hadn't fed them ...