Town Raven

Town Raven
In flight


This is a diary, or rather, field notes written up each day, with the latest entry at the top.

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Then read the current diary entries from the bottom up as well.

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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.

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Friday, 12 November 2010

Friday, Nov 12th, 2010

The gale force winds had abated over the night so that when we left the house at 7 a.m. it was only blowing strongly, with some heavier gusts in between. There were also some brief spurts of rain mixed in with the drizzle. It felt a bit warmer than yesterday.

It was still dark, so Miss Sophie was wearing her little LED light collar again.
The ravens picked us up once we were in the tennis courts. Today they didn't wait, expectantly, sitting in a tree as one of them did yesterday.

It is interesting that they still are uncomfortable with being watched by me when picking up their scraps but come really close when my back is turned. When their backs are turned towards me and Miss Sophie, they fly off to the fence top when they become aware of her approach.

That, unfortunately, encourages Miss Sophie to charge at them, barking.

Nothing I can do about that, I'm afraid ... she is still not coming back when she is in her 'hunting'-mode. The only trick which then works is for me to turn my back and walk off in the opposite direction. then she will come running back.
However - this means she's now doing it when we do our official obedience recalls - where she has to sit still, waiting for me to call her, while I walk away from her, back turned ...
Can't win, can we ...!

When we left the tennis courts to go back home, the drizzle had stopped and there were some clear patches in the sky. The sun, still invisible, was however colouring the clouds to the West, giving them a lovely pale pink hue, while the clouds surrounding the patches to the East were shimmering silver.

We saw one of our ravens sitting on the top branch of a cherry tree next to the tennis courts - he looked like a sentinel.

I threw a couple of titbits, his companion came swooping down as well, form somewhere. Then a crow turned up - and they both immediately cawed and flew at it to chase it off. As this crow was also cawing, other crows came, and both ravens flew attacks on the crows, who prudently retired. It looked very impressive - and the ravens followed us to the first field.

It is supposed to become dryer tomorrow ... so far we still have drizzle, and the sun is hidden firmly behind the rain clouds.

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