Just a little update on the raven and the crow.
While I don't know what goes on behind the scenes, I suspect that having a hungry raven in the neighbourhood doesn't bode well for little crow nestlings.
Mr. Raven just appears to be rummaging through last year's hay that remained after baling.
There seems to be lots of little things to eat underneath for he has returned each day, morning and evening for an inspection.
He has very good eyesight and can often see me move behind my window. So he's good at gauging the crow dives and making himself big to keep the crow at bay.
The crow was determined this day and did several successions of double dives, looping down and up,
then down and up again.
How's a raven, minding his own business, to have a peaceful breakfast?
Again with the diving
and, oh dear, again.
The raven was getting very practised at returning to his foraging after each crow swoop
as he immediately gathered himself
but, really! This odd photo looks like the raven began to fly but it's probably a hop
Here he just ducks
I've kept these photos sequential, but you can tell by this edited amount that this business went on for a while
The raven was getting tired of the whole thing
and eventually gave up and flew off
All this drama and there's Muji behind me patiently waiting for breakfast.
I couldn't leave you with such a story without something more uplifting,
so I got out my trusty (?) camera, and headed out for the garden,
but not before taking another shot of this revamped vignette that I've changed since Monday.
Out the back door Forget-Me-Nots are blooming by the composter
New leaves on the Japanese maple are looking rather raggedy before they plump up,
rather like newborn birds, all scraggly
In back of the garage, Wally replanted the wandering Goji Berry bush that gave us a nice little crop last year, but needed an arbour out of harms way so we thought this might do.
Out by the back corner there are more forget-me-nots under the maples
I kept hearing birdsong rather close by
and was surprised to see this bold little song sparrow in the old wild rose vines
and singing a merry melody
As I walked through the yard I found some white Forget-Me-Nots
under the white blossoms of the cherry tree
a starling sang to me
then more came and went
here is a happy foursome that can't wait to plunder the cherries as they do each year
I'm so tickle I caught one about to land, feet first.
And that is all for now.
I keep hoping to have something creative to share with you soon.
peace in our hearts