This morning, as I was sitting in the office, I heard a Raven (Corvus corax) calling from the client side deck. I got up and looked out the dining room to see three magnificent Ravens, crests erect and calling, walking along the deck rail, following each other. As each reached the end of the rail they hopped down to the ground, hopped twice and then sprung into the air. They landed a few yards away and continued to walk in a line. My camera, of course, was no place handy.
Here then is a picture of an elegant fellow at Arctic College this afternoon.
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stunning. I love it when they get close enough and in the right light to really SEE them!
He’s a cool visitor.
And an example of how beautiful a on-colored creature can be!
Nothing by black.
Countless times I’ve been unable to capture funny moments with ravens. They are such a cool bird with great birdality (we would have personality). Nice pix’s.
Beautiful! I so wish I had taken more pictures of the ravens when I lived in Inuvik, since I think they are the most stunning of birds. They appear to be born with the wisdom of elders and the saucy behaviour of teenagers.
They are a stunning bird aren’t they Liza Lee. I’m lucky to have them as my constant companions (although I am looking forward to the return of other species)
Nina, I’ve long thought that they are a very beautiful bird, and so much more than monotone.
Oh yeah dave, they do have birdality. Highly entertaining. and I’m often jealous of your Raven pictures.
Thanks for visiting Trudie. Wow Sweden by way of Inuvik, you’ve had an interesting journey. Great line by the way – Wisdom of elders, saucy behaviour of teens – I like it.
Oh ravens are beautiful aren’t they? I often look at the crows here and think they are so graceful – mind you, on the roof-carpark of the local supermarket here, a whole crowd of them were scoffing what looked like dog kibbles off the ground!! Weird!
Fine ravens you have. I always enjoy your photos and posts about these magnificent birds. I grew up in London, where we were told that if the ravens ever leave the Tower, the city will fall. The Raven Master clips their wings to ensure that doesn’t happen. Thus is the great power of superstition. I certainly believed it when I was a kid.
Hi Fiona-Jane, it’s been a while. Ravens love dog food, I used to feed my ravens (that I cared for while they were injured) dog food in part.
Thanks pam. I had always thought that the legend was that if the Ravens left the tower the monarchy would fall. And how cool would it be to have a job called Raven Master.
Yes, Clare, I know! I am just finishing off a massive oral history project I’ve been doing the last two years. On my whaling ancestor, you’ll be interested to hear, we are formulating the idea of getting the grave marker home from Iqualuit next year, as 2009 in Scotland is the the Year of Homecoming, so what better thing than for John Buchan/Davidson’s original grave marker to come home, and we hope taken by a cousin of mine, Alex Buchan who lives in, is it Cornwallis Island(?), but was born in Peterhead. We didn’t know until this Christmas that Alex is a descendant of the female line – John’s wife, Betsy-Gordon Buchan, my great-great-grandmother! My father and I told him on Skype and he was overjoyed to be connected to the whaler that he’d heard so much about!! And Stewart’s daughter, Jennifer, is coming to visit at the end of this month! How cool is that?
funny about the ravens and the dog food!!