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.

Saturday, 8 May 2010

May 8th


We left the house at 6.50 a.m. It was grey, damp - and beastly cold! 
None of us dog walkers have yet been out of our winter clothes, and gloves were still needed! 
We had heard some raven calls, coming from Pontcanna Fields, but they were not as loud as yesterday.

We went into the Quarry field towards the small arboretum, as yesterday. No raven calls here. We again did lots of basic obedience exercises, avoiding other dogs for the moment.
When we got to the end of the quarry field, before we cross the footpath and go into the small arboretum, one raven came. That was the companion of the bold raven: she always raises her head feathers. She got a few scraps and flew off as we went on.

Once in the ravens field, walking under the trees at the allotment fence towards the far side, where the wall is, the bold raven came flying in. 
I don't know where exactly he now sits to observe us. Since the beginning of the week all the rugby goal posts and all the football goals have been removed - so no nice perches for the ravens.

Between training Miss Sophie I threw him many scraps which he first ate, then hid in a new hole, and then took in his crop, flying off over the wall towards Pontcanna Fields. 

He did not return this time - a group of big, bouncy dogs had come, their owners standing enar the spinney and chatting.

We left as well, the 'no more food' way, and met Mari the spaniel on the way back. She and Miss Sophie like each other - I think that is because Mari is rather submissive and does not dispute Miss Sophie's higher rank!

We'll certainly follow the same routine tomorrow. 
It is wonderful to have Miss Sophie walk on my left side and the bold raven hopping along on my right side - until the next scrap comes his way, that is!

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