What a change to yesterday!
Today was grey and grim, the sun hidden behind thick clouds. The robins and blackbirds did sing about an hour before dawn, which is shortly before 7 a.m., but the ravens did not call.
I left the house at 7.05 a.m., and as I got into the first field, the biting, icy wind from the East was horribly noticeable.
There were no raven calls at first, but when I arrived at the top of the big field, I heard cawing behind my back: the quarry pair came flying in to the ground. Then more cawing came from the direction of the toddlers' playground - the young pair arrived. Lastly, just as I was starting to throw the frist scraps, the bold pair flew in from the ravens field, also cawing.
A flock of seagulls were on the ground next to the footpath, but the ravens were not bothered.
