Raven Lunatic

To live among Ravens is to love them. Intelligent, opportunistic, curious tricksters - Ravens have given me many stories. 


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Little Raven’s Big Wish

I love the humble dandelion. We enjy a peaceful co-existance. So many folks rail against them, yanking ‘em out, heaping poison upon them (and our environment). Well, I tell ya what… they’ve been around since the dinosaurs, and will undoubtedly be here long after my demise, so I figger we may as well get along

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Raven To The Stars

Glittery black eyes blinking in the surrounding darkness. A ricochet of starlight against sheen of feathers. Stark raven? I think not. 

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Ash Backwards

Mountain Ash trees laden with rowan berries is deemed to be a foretaste of the winter to come. Oodles of berries forecast abundant snowfall. In autumn, red-ripe berries amidst brilliant yellow foliage are irresistible to the blue-black raven

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Tying the Knot

Ravens mate for life. They are wise in so many ways.

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Raven's Sweet Tooth

A few weeks after the holidays, it becomes time to throw the stale Christmas cookies out into the compost bin. I knew the ravens would sweep in moments after I dumped them into the compost. Around here we call the compost bin “The Raven Feeder.” I watched from the kitchen window as a single Raven landed. He carefully stacked three sugar cookies in his beak, flew off, and returned moments later. I watched him fly around to the front of the house, where he landed high up in a tall Spruce tree. He disappeared into the branches, then popped back out and returned to the pile. Back and forth he flew these mission trips until there were no cookies left.  

Now here’s the funny thing. Ravens do cache (stash) their food. They are also known to share. However, Mr. Sweet-tooth evidently luvs him sum cookies. It so happens that the Spruce tree is just outside my living room window, across from my reading chair. For weeks, that raven would show up in late afternoon, disappear into his hidey-hole and have himself a cookie break. Always alone. Some things are just too good to share.

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Seed Catalog Moon

Raven siblings often stay together their first few years. Ravens nest in the woods near our house, so we often have fledglings hanging around in our yard. I like to think that they feel safe here. One day I noticed a raven playing with a Poppy. The bright orange blossoms were waving in the breeze and the little raven was quite fascinated. He would wait for the flower to sway towards him and then reach over to peck at it with his beak, sending it nodding to the ground and bobbing back up. Peck, nod, bob, peck, he amused himself (and me) with this trick for quite a while.  

His sister flew by and landed on the flat arm of an Adirondack chair in my garden and proceeded to squawk. Her brother swooped in and tried to land on the back of the chair. It proved too slim of a perch and he was a fluster of flapping wings as he tried to gain balance. He lost footing on the slippery backrest, slid down the backrest of the chair, landed ingloriously on the seat, and looked over at his sister. 

“Huh,” he seemed to say, “that was kinda fun.”  

He flew back up and o’er and proceeded, with signature flap and frolic, to slide down again.  

And again.  

And again and again. 

Up, down, up, down, his sibling turning her head in time to his antics, watching his goofy game. Pure, unabashed silliness. If she’s like any good sister, she was probably thinking; “Dork.”  

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Comfort Among Friends

To sit in silence. To be understood although words remain unspoken, is to know the sanctuary of friendship.

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Flora & Fauna

Raven siblings often stay together their first few years. Ravens nest in the woods near our house, so we often have fledglings hanging around in our yard. I like to think that they feel safe here. One day I noticed a raven playing with a Poppy. The bright orange blossoms were waving in the breeze and the little raven was quite fascinated. He would wait for the flower to sway towards him and then reach over to peck at it with his beak, sending it nodding to the ground and bobbing back up. Peck, nod, bob, peck, he amused himself (and me) with this trick for quite a while.  

His sister flew by and landed on the flat arm of an Adirondack chair in my garden and proceeded to squawk. Her brother swooped in and tried to land on the back of the chair. It proved too slim of a perch and he was a fluster of flapping wings as he tried to gain balance. He lost footing on the slippery backrest, slid down the backrest of the chair, landed ingloriously on the seat, and looked over at his sister. 

“Huh,” he seemed to say, “that was kinda fun.”  

He flew back up and o’er and proceeded, with signature flap and frolic, to slide down again.  

And again.  

And again and again. 

Up, down, up, down, his sibling turning her head in time to his antics, watching his goofy game. Pure, unabashed silliness. If she’s like any good sister, she was probably thinking; “Dork.”  

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Stevie Rave On

It was my daughter, Solveig, who told me one day that if she had a pet raven, she’d have to name him “Stevie.” I do so wish he were still here ‘ravin’ on. Life by the drop

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Dandy Raven

Ravens love all things that shine & shimmer, often incorporating sparkly bits into their nests. I just know, if they could, they would drape themselves in bling and really strut their stuff. Oooooo, shiny

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Raven Berries

 Like other birds, Ravens collect sticks and string and such for their nests. They also like to play games with objects; picking up and dropping sticks or passing a piece of string back & forth with a playmate mid-flight, for instance.  

I was driving to town one Tuesday, in a bit of a funk. It was a gray, uninspiring kind of day. A raven came swooping alongside my car, bearing a lavish sprig of Rowanberries (aka Mountain Ash Berries). I looked over at him and he turned to look at me. That crescent of red made it look as if he had a big, goofy smile on his face. Clowning around, so to speak, making me laugh out loud. Thanks, buddy, I needed that.