Krawking, soaring, arguing, perching, looking about.
As if they’d all just gotten the same wake up call for half-past winter.
Or, perhaps, were simply looking for other ravens with which to do raven-y things in order to create more ravens.
It is, as always, hard to say. And the ravens, of course, aren’t telling.
Mirrored from Janni Lee Simner / Desert Dispatches.