sandeyeExtract from OAFF
October 24th 2007 16:35
Last week, whilst I was chopping up some cheese in preparation to top my Canadian lentil and tuna bake, I happened to hear the familiar ‘cawwwwwwk’ sound of our local tame Raven. Sure enough, peeping through the window, I spotted him land thud on the carport roof, eye the area below, and then lower himself down onto our lawn. He strode regally about; he then stared up at me, as if to say ‘The last time I called, you gave me something tasty to eat; perhaps you would be so kind once again.’
It was not long before our familiar white plastic tub which sits in the fridge was dipped into and a little of the stale cheese extracted. I had no sooner tossed two small pieces out onto the lawn, than a flurry of Pigeon wings stirred. Before either the Raven or a hungry Pigeon could reach these morsels however, Jack the Seagull had snatched up a bit and gobbled it down and was making towards the other piece. Our friendly Raven, who does not yet have a name, managed to consume the second bit. Jack screeched and flew away, triumphant from his small gain, yet greedy for more sustenance. The Raven stayed behind and began to hunt upon the lawn, then in my vegetable patch, before returning towards the house with that ‘please’ look in his beautiful silvery white eye. However, I was now occupied with my digital camera. I was attempting to take some better photos, since the Raven had now become tamer and did not seem scared of me.
This is taken from my new book, OUR AUSTRALIAN FEATHERED FRIENDS, due to be released on the 31st October/ 1st November from www.lulu.com/winterbear
It was not long before our familiar white plastic tub which sits in the fridge was dipped into and a little of the stale cheese extracted. I had no sooner tossed two small pieces out onto the lawn, than a flurry of Pigeon wings stirred. Before either the Raven or a hungry Pigeon could reach these morsels however, Jack the Seagull had snatched up a bit and gobbled it down and was making towards the other piece. Our friendly Raven, who does not yet have a name, managed to consume the second bit. Jack screeched and flew away, triumphant from his small gain, yet greedy for more sustenance. The Raven stayed behind and began to hunt upon the lawn, then in my vegetable patch, before returning towards the house with that ‘please’ look in his beautiful silvery white eye. However, I was now occupied with my digital camera. I was attempting to take some better photos, since the Raven had now become tamer and did not seem scared of me.
This is taken from my new book, OUR AUSTRALIAN FEATHERED FRIENDS, due to be released on the 31st October/ 1st November from www.lulu.com/winterbear
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