September 22nd, 2020

fairysquash

A moment with a raven.

Belly dance last night was under cold, crystal clear blue skies, the sun casting long shadows on crunchy golden leaves. It was nice to be outside, and a little sad to realize we were running out of autumn;  more leaves were on the grass than in the trees.

At one point, a raven flew overhead, calling.

I called back. 

In my arsenal of completely useless talents, I do an amazing range of raven calls, the proof of which is that this raven circled back and answered.

I chattered back, he protested and landed in a tree nearby. We held a lively conversation for almost the entire song, Kkrrrrak? Skwaaaa! Gaaaaakkk! Gronk! and he finally flew away. 

I'm not sure what he had to say to me, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't all flattering, but it was nice that he paused to talk. 

  Originally posted at Dreamwidth: https://ellenmillion.dreamwidth.org/1752020.html (I'm more likely to reply to comments there!)