The Raven...
"Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary, O'er a many quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore..." Edgar Allen Poe is one of my favorite poets, so that's going by memory (gods forbid without google!) forgive me if it failed by a few words. When I moved into this house, barely over a year ago, I was shocked by the amount of ravens in the neighborhood. It doesn't bother me, I love animals. Then one morning when my Bear dog was still just a pup of a thing she went about nuts barking at something. It was a fledgling raven that had fallen from a nest in my giant pine tree in my backyard. We took a broom handle and put it back in the branches and that was that. That same raven still visits us, and sits in the tree in the front when it's quiet. Three days ago, we noticed another baby raven. This one's a bit younger, a bit less ready to have left it's nest, but there it was on the ground. I don't like to touch...