Laden with raven

One morning, on my usual walk to work. A raven in the trees. Making such beautiful sounds. Magical lovely sounds. Tingling sensation sounds. And then he flew over, carrying a twig. Ah, nest maintenance. And those exquisite sounds surely for his lady.
Standing still. Watching. Waiting. Rewarded. The raven flew to his nest in the top of a tree. So close to the path and easy to see. Such a large bird. The bough laden with raven.
I’ll be watching that nest avidly. Hoping for a glimpse of raven chick. Who will undoubtedly be watching me, from the top of their bendy swaying tree.

On valentine morning I laughed as a song thrush sang ‘wit-woo’, as I passed by his tree. It was my only valentine of the day.

I came upon a corvid war. Magpies versus crows. Eight magpies versus three crows. I don’t know what the crows had done. But the magpies were mad. Eight magpies making their raucous call, but in a loud and angry manner, is quite a thing to hear. The crows looked sheepish and kept quiet. The magpies all around them screaming their corvid abuse. Eventually, they slowly dispersed. Still calling the odd blasphemous curse as they went on their disgruntled way. How I would love to know what naughty bird crimes those three crows had committed.
Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange

Advertisements

About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Laden with raven

  1. Bushka says:

    Mmmm….:yes: We seem to have common interests…Have sent you and invite. 🙂

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s