Sunday, 28 March 2010

The Raven

A strange sound burst into my ears this morning.
A rustling of feathers and a twitching of grass - brushed twigs into the light wind.

I peered out of my bedroom window and There! Was this huge black Raven.
He’d raided the bird’s nest of the finches that live in my roof’s drainpipe.
One of their small eggs was in his black beak. Stolen. Bold as brass he was to his thievery. (I never knew thievery was a word?)

His large eye abruptly caught my steely gaze, then he buggered off as my hand went for my mobile-phone camera.

Dammit! Would have made a great picture.

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