Another grey and cold winter morning: damp, icy wind, no sunrise to cheer one up.
The robins however did sing early in the morning, and there were a few raven calls.
I left the house at 7.20 a.m., and no raven calls came from from Llandaff Fields. There were no dog walkers around - but the quarry pair did spy me, and followed me to the top of the big field.
As soon as I stopped to get the scraps out of my pocket, the young pair came flying in, again from across the toddlers' playground, not bothered by the nearly twenty blackheaded seagulls sitting on the ground there.
One of the young pair assumed the juvenile food-begging position, wings spread wide on the ground, and made a soft, quorking noise.
Again, once the feeding was underway, the bold pair flew in from across the ravens field.
