“Have you ever become obsessed with something? Tell us about something that captivates your attention like nothing else.”
I’m crazy about ravens. I don’t know if I’d say obsessed; maybe a bit more interested then your average Joe. I drop what I’m doing and come running whenever Husband says “Here comes your bird”. If there’s no corn muffin on the lawn I run to the kitchen to get one, then I run to the front door and fling it out on the lawn. I call out, “Raven” so he’ll learn my voice. Does that sound like obsession?
One of the ravens I bake for is named Greyray because the underside of his wings looks greyish. I wonder if that’s a sign of old age? I hadn’t seen him for a couple of days, but yesterday was snowy and cold so he came by several times for muffins. His wife, who hasn’t told me her name, will sometimes fly by and even land near a muffin, but not pick it up. Instead, she flies away to tell her husband that she’d like a muffin and he comes to get it. Sometimes they eat it in the field where I can see them. Sometimes they take it away to their nest or maybe they cache it for later.
I often see a red-tail hawk shoot into the scene and give chase. The hawk hopes the raven has found something meaty and is trying to get him to drop his find, but a hawk would be disappointed with a corn muffin. Anyway, Greyray always gets away with his treat.
I wonder if they have babies in the nest or eggs, ready to hatch. I wonder if they’ll teach their young where to get the best corn muffins. I hope so!