12 February 2013 @ 09:19 am
Grumpy raven is grumpy  

The raven landed on top of the streetlight in the morning light, making low noises deep in its throat, somewhere between a krawk and a purr, sleepy noises, irritated noises.

It was cold outside, just above freezing, and the raven seemed to take the cold personally. I moved closer, within the range where most ravens fly away. The raven didn’t move. It’s neck feathers were fluffed out in ruffled complaint, its talons firmly on its perch. It continued its clucking, clicking protest. What was a human, or that truck that had just rattled by, compared to this irritating weather?

I thought it a lovely morning, chill air scented faintly with frost, a layer of fog over the snowy mountains. Maybe the next raven over thought it was lovely, too. But ravens are individuals, and this raven–even when it eventually flew off, in response to no cue I could see–clearly did not approve.

Mirrored from Janni Lee Simner / Desert Dispatches.

 
 
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Emma Bull: Damn Fine coffeecoffeeem on February 12th, 2013 05:39 pm (UTC)
Heee--I've heard that speech! Poe makes his raven sound distant and dignified, but imagine if it was really shifting from foot to foot on Pallas Athena's head, ruffling its neck feathers and yelling, "You suck! And your poetry sucks! And everything outside sucks! So I'm staying right here even though it SUCKS here, too!"
Janni Lee Simner: Iceland/ravensjanni on February 18th, 2013 05:33 pm (UTC)
Totally sounds like raven attitude to me.

I'm more and more curious how it is that the Europeans take ravens as dark harbingers of doom, while the Americas take them to be somewhat goofy tricksters.

The more I watch ravens, the more the latter seems closer to the truth.
patty1943patty1943 on February 12th, 2013 08:43 pm (UTC)
We don't have ravens down here but I once saw a small hawk sitting on a limb. A pileated woodpecker landed about a foot away and started to clean himself. The hawk looked a bit indignant. Then the pileated stretched out the wing he was cleaning and whacked the hawk, which raised up a bit and looked even more indignant. The pileated cleaned his other wing completely ignoring the hawk, then whacked him again while cleaning the first wing again and the hawk leapt up and flew off. I laughed and laughed. I could just hear the hawk thinking "Hey! I'm a HAWK!"
Janni Lee Simner: Iceland/ravensjanni on February 18th, 2013 05:34 pm (UTC)
That's awesome, woodpecker feeling like, of the hawk wants to take itself seriously, not going to get in the way of woodpecker's grooming session!

Edited at 2013-02-18 05:35 pm (UTC)
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