A raven was on our front walk this morning, with a prize, and an audience of magpies arrayed in the surrounding branches.
It flew up to the lamppost, then left soon after. So did the magpies – all abandoning the prize alone on the pavement.
“It’s a bird,” said my partner… “It’s still alive,” seeing it flutter a little.
We stood at the window and contemplated the harsh realities of predator and prey.
Soon after, we went out and saw the prize close-up –
A young raven?
No – a styrofoam, feather covered little crow figurine, with wires coming out of its feet.