Once upon a morning clearly, while I pondered light and shadow…. Cue Gothick pile, hemlock reaching into the frame, and, atop the parrot-haunted spire, a lone Raven loudly proclaiming its freakin’ raven-ness.
(Another birder photographed three Ravens up there about a month ago. I happened to catch this more recently, but only with my phone camera.)
Nevermore, saith Bartleby.
I would prefer not to, quoth the Raven.
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