Corvus corax, the wolf bird. Most often found feeding on carcasses and other decaying materials but this day she sat perched on a snow bank. Glowing perfectly in the afternoon light and letting a passerby, like me, revel in her beauty. Each raven looks different, acts different even but when you spend enough time with individuals you almost get to know them: their habits, where they like to perch, where they land first when they fly away. For me, I notice details and how no two feather patterns are the same.
Corvus corax, the wolf bird. Most often found feeding on carcasses and other decaying materials but this day she sat perched on a snow bank. Glowing perfectly in the afternoon light and letting a passerby, like me, revel in her beauty. Each raven looks different, acts different even but when you spend enough time with individuals you almost get to know them: their habits, where they like to perch, where they land first when they fly away. For me, I notice details and how no two feather patterns are the same.