It was raining - real rain, not just drizzle - when we left the house at 6.50 a.m. There was also a cold NW wind, so it was no surprise that Llandaff Fields was not very populated.
We went the usual way to the ravens field. There had been no raven calls, and the first raven appeared only as we got half-way to the middle of the wall next to the allotments.
We had heard a soft croaking, and I tried to see where that raven was sitting. I couldn't make out which tree the croaking had come from - and then I saw him, sitting on the wall!
It was the Roman-nosed young raven. He took the scraps and actually ate them, not storing them in his gullet as the bold raven does.
He did not follow us much further than half-way to the spinney. No other raven came.
Later that afternoon, we went to the ravens field again. Tehre had been some sunshine, but it was still cold. As we walked round the ravens field, it started raining again.
No ravens came, and we went home.
On the way back, there was a lady with two Bichon frisee. Miss Sophie was exceedingly interested in them, and later she was fascinated by a rough-coated Jack Russell she spied in the distance. I now think she regards these small, mostly white dogs as some sort of miniature lambs, and feels she must do something about them ...
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