Today, for a change, it was mild - so mild, in fact, that I didn't need my gloves. There was a watery sun, the ground was muddy, and before dawn the robins and blackbirds were singing their hearts out.
There were only very faint raven calls, however.
I left the house at 7.35 a.m., but once I was in Llandaff Fields, not one raven called, not one raven appeared.
I went to the top of the big field, stopping several times on the way, standing around for a few minutes at the top of the big field: no, nothing doing!
Then I remembered: today is the day the rubbish gets collected! So the ravens have lots to eat, seeing that cats and foxes keep opening the bags with food waste for them.
How could I have forgotten ... this is not the first Wednesday my ravens went AWOL, and my scraps-offerings were spurned ...
