July 3rd

A bit overcast and damp, after a rainy night, but still mild.

We went out at 6.45 a.m., going straight to the ravens field where we 'met' the one raven with the pale feathers on his chest, and then the bold one. He only came after the other had called.

It was actually quite interesting, because that raven did not pick up the scraps I'd thrown - he stood and called, and let the bold one pick those scraps.

Having done our round and our exercises, and having seen both ravens fly off, we went home when the dog population increased.