I live in sort of a quiet area ..except for the occasional high-powered shot of a rifle…things are pretty peaceful ..until a few months ago when a pair of Ravens moved into the neighborhood, I think to raise their young …

Ravens are sort of a mystical bird, since reading Edgar Allen Poe’s poem about the Raven I have always felt they were sort of a large, ancient, and quiet type of bird, sort of sneaky and stealthy… but not these new neighbors …they never shut up!

I asked my husband. “Can’t you hear those Ravens?” He can’t hear me so I guess he can’t hear the Ravens ..no he hadn’t noticed their non-stop chatter until I mentioned it.

Then last Monday morning the noise went to a new level …at about 5 a.m. I took the dogs out and the most ghastly ruckus was taking place …in the big Spruce trees just out of my sight …an Eagle screamed …or a Raven pretending to be an Eagle …then it sounded like somebody was dying!! The croaking and other sounds were terrible.

Since I had only been walking on two feet for a few days at that point I couldn’t run to see what was happening. Then a few seconds later things seemed to calm down and they went back to their normal chatter.

On Sunday, at first, I didn’t hear them then later in the day… I heard them on a different part of the property still making noise but not as much. I know that the crows that come each year to nest are also a bit annoyed with them.

I wish the Raven family only the best in life …but I hope if they are raising their young that they are just about done.

I did zoom in with the camera on two and they appeared to have baby-bird-beaks.

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

Happy Father’s Day …

Christi Baron, Editor