March 27th

We left the house at 6.50 a.m. It was dry, the sun was shining - but there was a strong wind from the NW, and it was perishingly cold yet again.

Even in the reasonably sheltered ravens field it felt like January.

Going, or rather rushing, through our usual tour around Llandaff Fields, we arrived in the ravens field. In spite of  quite a number of dogs doing their doggie things, the ravens did pick us up.

It was very interesting to note that the young raven - the one with the Roman nose - again came when we walked along the far side, the fence to the allotments, and followed us to the middle of the wall at the back of the ravens field. 

He was briefly joined by his companion - both as skittish as always.

Once they'd flown off, and we'd walked on towards the tennis courts, there was again this one, soft quork coming from one of the huge maples which stand this side of the wall.

The companion of the bold raven came first, as we were close to the tennis court side. Then, walking down that side towards the spinney, the bold raven also came. 

I just cannot get over his boldness, and the way he scoffs so many pieces of food - and sometimes catching the on the bounce!

We walked home the no-more-food way, and no raven followed us.

I think that the young pair and the bold pair have parcelled up the ravens field between themselves. 

However, they all fly off across the wall and the allotments in the direction of the ravens nest. None have made holes where to hide the food today - but that may be due to the very hard ground.

We have not had any proper rain for weeks, and the grass is as burnt and brown, in large areas, as one would expect to see after the end of a very dry and hot summer.