karol

While visiting my parents and brother in the foothills of rural central Montana I was fascinated by the family of Ravens. First I noticed the size. They were the size of a small child. Then their call. Frequent and loud with a gravely texture. At times annoying and other times endearing. As I choose them for a subject I witnessed their graceful flight patterns. They became distressed when I edged near their nest and I chose to not go any further. After a few days of rain they hunted and foraged close to our house. Worms seem to be a fine appetizer