The ravens are watching me

The ravens are watching me.

I know this because right after I restock the food at Michelle’s Critter Café, the ravens show up and snatch the peanuts from the pile of food I’ve laid out for them.

I find this very entertaining so I’ve started stacking the peanuts on top of the rest of the seeds and grains so that the ravens can grab them easily.

Most people are less than enamored with ravens, sometimes mistakenly referred to as crows.

But I like them.

Why, you ask?

Because I have a friend who rehabilitated a raven with a broken wing and watching their relationship unfold over social media totally changed my perspective on these intelligent and graceful birds.

Right now in fact, my friend is raising a baby raven who got kicked out of its nest.

Once again, I’m touched by the love that she shows the fledgling and the relationship that’s developing between the baby raven and her family, including a beautiful rescued blue bird.

I’ve never much thought of myself as a bird person.

I left that for my kid who takes care of three parakeets.

But I’m changing my tune.

All because of the Critter Café.

And my friend.