This morning was cold again - more because of the icy wind from the North West than because of the temperature. It also was damp, with the sunrise hidden behind patches of thick grey clouds.
The robins and blackbirds had been singing for an hour before dawn, with the great tits chiming in at sunrise.
There were no raven calls at that time.
I left the house at 6.45 a.m., and heard raven calls coming from behind my back. Then I saw two ravens fly high overhead, overtaking me and flying towards Pontcanna Fields.
No ravens called while I walked up the big field to the top and the enclosure there.
The black-headed seagulls were on the ground in a big flock - but they seemed to be dozing and didn't fly up until Otty came bouncing up and chasing them. He's a chocolate Labradoodle, young and exuberant, and the seagulls flew off when he came along, circling overhead and then flying to settle in the quarry field.
Not one raven appeared when I stood at the enclosure, nor did they come when I threw some scraps into it.
