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
10 comments:
You must take a camera to work with you!
It's so funny, even wild animals can be beggars :)
Cool. :) I like ravens.
But I have to carry the camera WITH me. I can't leave it in the car (too cold), and if I leave it in the office, I'll LEAVE IT IN THE OFFICE. sigh....
Chris, Raven knew exactly what Raven wanted, and I was getting told off. Look at the footprints in the snow. Back and forth, warbling and such. I don't like to feed them, it encourages them to be even more aggressive than they already are, but I was getting a message that appeasement was necessary.
MWT, aren't they nifty birds? I can do a good warble, good enough that they warble back at me.
Very cool.
My mum wanted to have a raven for a pet for a while once. I think she was influenced by The Belgariad or something. ;)
And why do I seem to recall knowing about this while it was happening?
:D
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore!"
Watch out for those Raven trickster gods, before you know it they will have your life turned around and no amount of cookie crumbs will appease them.
Hey, Tania, long time no hear. I hope you're doing ok.
This is just a comment so I can be logged in, in order to pass along secret birthday wishes. :)
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