Town Raven

Town Raven
In flight


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!


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.

Wednesday, 3 March 2010

March 3rd

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.

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