Sunday, January 20, 2013


My farm is called Ravenwood for a reason - it is a wood filled with ravens. There are always ravens around. Getting pictures of them is an entirely different thing. They are ever vigilant, and seem to see a camera as a dangerous weapon.

This guy was avidly chowing down on a large hunk of meat my dogs haven't yet finished. This find was compelling enough for him to stick around even after I got out the camera, but you can see he has his eye on me. Taken through triple-pane windows that are, sadly, far from clean.


Barb said...

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." :-)

Barb said...

Also, January 19 was Edgar Allen Poe's 204th birthday.