Went up to the fire, and who did I find?
Raven Checking Me Out
We talked.
The thing about ravens is that we can’t see them. Only the spot where they are not. This could be why they have such a sense of humour.
Raven Pretending to Land
Then he did a somersault. Ha ha ha. Very funny.
All summer long, it’s crows crows crows crows crows! crows, but today, the first day of Fall, it’s ravens. Kkkkkall’ökkKk, they said.
Raven Coming Back to See if I Found Something Interesting
Kalook! I said. They corrected my pronunciation. Multiple times.
When I say ravens everywhere, yup, I mean everywhere.
Flying High
When you work together with your friends and keep on talking, you can see the whole mountain at once.
The trick is to blend in.
Raven Blending In
Well, sorta.
Still, you gotta admit, flying on your fingertips is so cool.
Raven Flying On Into His Season
Krrraw!
It’s good to see old friends on such a cold day.
Categories: fire, Nature Photography, Other People, Spirit
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how big do ravens get, Harold? Those look big….
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They vary in size, depending on where you are. Usually from 25″ to 3′, perhaps. These are on the lower end.
But I’ve seen smaller, just a bit bigger than crows.
This was a chatty bunch.
Did you know that they have a different dialect, wherever they live? Most cool.
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I asked about size, because as Sheryl notes, below, many artists doseem attracted to ravens. We were at an art fair on Sunday and noticed some beautiful raven pieces by Larson ClayWorks. Ken Larson told us that one of the pieces, featuring a bird about 2 1/2″ feet long, was actual size. We found that difficult to believe–it looked HUGE–but you’ve confirmed it!
Didn’t know about the dialects. That’s so neat.
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Like many birds, ravens pick up their songs by listening. While some songbirds listen to the songs of other males and then are accepted as adults when they make their own variation of it, ravens listen to everything. So, the ravens of the aspen forests sound like aspen trees rubbing in the wind, and those of the cedar forests on the coast sound like cedar trees rubbing together, surf and shingle, and those of Prince Rupert, a port city up near Alaska have assembled a language out of tugboat bells, foghorns, and the shouts and curses of retired Italian longshoremen playing bocce. And in Iceland? Whoa.
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This is lovely, Harold. Thanks for sharing! 🙂
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Ravens are interesting birds and have inspired many artists through the years. Didn’t know they have different dialects wherever they live! Enjoyed your photos and musings, thanks for sharing!
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Kkkkkall’ökkKk. That’s how it’s spelled? Go figure. I spelled it completely differently. Live and learn… Kkkkkall’ökkKk. Pass on my regards!
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You should see how they spell it in Icelandic. Oh my.
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Very cool, I enjoyed this!
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