There was some light rain in the night and in the early morning, which did not prevent the robins from singing.
I left the house at 7.25 a.m., not having heard any raven calls. It was cold, damp, and cloudy - so no cheerful sunrise.
There were a few soft calls coming from my left as I walked to the big field, and I saw a pair of ravens on the ground, close to the Horse Chestnut Avenue, quite a distance away from the path I was on. I kept to the path to see if they'd follow anyway, but they did not.
When I got to the top of the big field, they appeared: my quarry pair. Next to come were the bold pair, then the young pair turned up. The flock of blackheaded seagulls had been chased up by a couple of dogs (dunno who they were, too far away), so the ravens waited for their scraps, which I duly gave them. They did not mind the seagulls circling low overhead. Those gulls were obviously looking to grab some of the scraps, but the ravens stood their ground, not making a move until they gulls went away.
But then, something happened which was unexpected, interesting, and totally new: crows appeared from Pontcanna Fields, and landed amongst the ravens.
Every time they tried to get a scrap, one or the other of the ravens flew at them, chasing them off. The ravens did not attack them, they just kept them off the food.
