![]() ![]() Sustenance, for sure! The book I was looking for was Mind of the Raven by one of my favorite naturalist authors, Bernd Heinrich. I went home and shuffled through my bird shelf for a book I had cached there a while ago-a very raven-like thing to do, as I found out-if I think of my book habits as pieces of meat to be saved for later, as needed. I tired before they did they only flew off after I had stopped responding. And they continued we called to each other, one-to-one quorks, or two- or three- to two or three replies for about twenty minutes! I couldn’t see them very clearly against the dark branches of the trees but I could see excited rustling moving those branches. Upon impulse, I replied to their quorks with my own, and when they shot back, I continued. ![]() As they called to each other I surmised that my strange human figure might be the object of their remarks. I was wandering around a clearing in a patch of Douglas fir mixed forest when my attention was drawn to the raucous chatter of several ravens grouped in a rough circle high up in the trees. Let me begin with a story about my recent less-than-scientific behavior. ![]()
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