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.

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

Tuesday, Nov 16th, 2010

What a grim morning!
It was just above freezing when we left the house at 7.10 in the morning, and there was frost on the grass in Llandaff Fields, but it was bright.
The paths felt a bit slithery, so we went into the ravens field instead of the tennis court, because these courts are hard.

The ravens waited for us in the cherry trees, and followed us into the ravens field, where they again got their titbits. They followed us to the far end, at the allotments, and back again - still very suspicious, and not daring to come closer than a couple of yards when I faced them.
Interestingly, one seems just a bit bolder, and this same raven also seems to try and dominate the other one. He erected his head feathers a bit when he saw the other raven made a move towards the titbits he considered his own because they had landed closer to him. I could see two little bunches of feathers raised, which made him look as if he had ears.

Meanwhile, as the weather forecast had predicted, the high clouds sank and formed a cold fog which became denser as the day wore on. On the way back there was no hint of sun, and looking back, there was also mist rising from the cold, grassy fields. This fog, at the time of writing, still hasn't lifted, and it felt thoroughly miserable when we walked back: cold and damp are a miserable combination!

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