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.
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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.
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Friday, 2 July 2010
It had been raining during the night, and it was still damp in the early hours of the morning. When we went out at 6.55 a.m., the sky was clearing, there were already patches of blue shining through. It was mild and there was no breeze.
There were again lots of jackdaws in the big field, some feeding their young. Although there were wood pigeons, there were no seagulls this morning.
We went straight to the ravens field, where two ravens were on the ground, on what used to be the top enclosure. Again, one raven started to walk up to us as we approached: it was my bold one!
He is still not quite as bold as he was before, his tail looks a bit ragged, and there were little white spots where, I think, he'd lost a feather or two. Similar spots were visible in his companion - yes, it was the one who looks as if she's wearing a heavy fringe.
Both fed on the scraps, and the bold one again tried to get the scrap I threw for his companion. At the moment he is not quite fast enough to get them, in spite of the furious wing-flapping.
Both flew off after feeding, and came back again just as I was playing a little game with Miss Sophie. This game involves me rolling a treat to one side, so she gets it, and comes back in the proper obedience position in front of me.
While she is getting quite excellent at this, unfortunately both she and the bold raven thought the scrap I'd rolled was for him or her.
She went for it, and the bold raven hopped and flapped away for a few yards. I hope this hasn't put him off!
Then Bas and Karen came, so that was the end of the raven feeding.
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