Friday, March 14, 2014
Thanks to a documentary, I learned that Ravens travel and live with extended family. It is strange to think that sitting in the branches above us are dark winged cousins, aunts and grandparents.
I watched behavior that is mostly incomprehensible. Twigs are selected, stripped with beak and talon (I did not know they could do that), and then discarded. It reminds me of woodworkers, who are not happy with their work.
On rooftops they hide food under shingles. Clever. They seem to prefer wealthier areas, possibly because the roofs are better maintained. They take rainshowers with joy. Sentinels sit on peaks and warn others of threats; or they could just be discussing the weather. Shift change involves preening of the one who is leaving. You don't see that in the human world.
I was surprised when I watched a lone raven prevent a significantly larger falcon from gaining altitude with a startling display of speed and maneuverability. It flew above the falcon, anticipating the falcon's moves, preventing it from getting sufficient lift for its larger wingspan.
They watch us. They watch me watch them. And they think. They are the true eyes in the sky. We search for intelligent life in other solar systems, but cannot communicate with the intelligent life around us.