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.

Wednesday, 16 June 2010

June 16th

OT:


Thank you all, my dear friends, for your beautiful comments to the post on June 14th. 
It was hard to get over this, not least because the weather now is just as  it was then: clear blue skies, blazing sun - but a very cold and strong wind blowing from the NE.
Yesterday, as I did five years ago with Big Dog and Madame, then still Miss Dog, at my side, I walked and walked, this time with Miss Sophie.


So thank you all again for all your kind words!


A beautiful sunny morning, clear blue sky - but icy winds from the NE. We left the house at 6.30 a.m. and went the long way to the ravens field. 

Here, the companion of the bold raven picked us up as soon as we entered, then one of the quarry pair came as well. That was the one with the couple of pale brown feathers on his chest.
They followed us all the way round, from the bottom to the fence at the far side, then to the middle of the wall. 

There, they left us - both flying down the ravens field, one of them chasing off the lesser black-backed sea gulls which were sitting on the ground. It was too far to see which one that was.

As we walked on, two ravens came when we turned towards the spinney. One was the bold raven, the other again the quarry raven.
 
Interestingly, this one waited for the bold raven to pick up the first scraps, he did not dare to pick them up first.
When my bold raven had already got about three in his crop, I threw one to the other raven, who tried to go for it - but the bold raven just swooped at him and got the scrap. 

Both few off towards the nest, and we went home the no-more-food way.
No raven followed us.

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