Only days after a marmot accosted a local hiker, I was attacked by a raven. Had our local wildlife started to run amuck? It was easy to be reminded of Alfred Hitchcock’s 1963 horror-thriller, The Birds.
There was no need to conjure up a wildlife conspiracy. The raven was a freshly hatched chick that had taken to begging from humans whom it mistook for its parents.
The raven chick begged incessantly, pulled at my trousers, and tried to eat my shoe laces. I had no food to give it, so it soon transferred its attentions to someone else.
There were a few clues that this was a chick, but the striking one was its flesh-coloured gape.
Pacific Northwest First Nations tell the tale of Raven who brought the light. So it was the people fed Raven in gratitude. While beliefs may vary, about this there can be no doubt; the Raven is one clever bird! Both Murray the Marmot and today’s Raven child are a delight.
Quoth the raven: give me more!!
On occasion, I still duck when I see a shadow of a bird! Thank you Alfred Hitchcock
I would of found a snack for the hungry baby. You can’t ruin a corvid they exploit every source.