As some of my faithful seventeen readers know, last week when I parked to eat some lunch, enjoy the sun and read my book, I apparently parked over a piece of garbage/debris that Raven wanted. Great and Mighty Raven danced outside my car, berating me for my thoughtlessness and temerity. It was a great floor show.
I went back the next day to see if Raven was still there. He was.
Behold the Puissant One, Trickster Raven
On a post, Lord of all he surveys (able to poop on whatever he flies over)
Outside my car, strutting and informing me of my inadequacies.
After appropriate propitiation was offered (a few pieces of cookie) Raven flew away. But I know he's watching. And waiting.
So am I.
*photos taken with my cell phone camera, please forgive the quality