Sun and cold. Broken heater still. Took a hike at midday up brilliant, breezy Beech Hill—and encountered ravens.
First I heard a sort of guttural glock! sound, one syllable, sort of like a cuckoo or dove or owl. More of a summer bird sound. Heard it a couple more times before I saw its source sailing beyond the bare hardwoods: a solitary raven.
Next, as we were ascending the icy open trail, I saw a raven just above the far rise, sailing in the opposite direction as the first bird. It soared over the hill.
Finally, as we rounded the final curve that opens onto the long eastern slope, I saw two ravens: one landing in the far field, the other flapping off toward the bay. Soon the landed bird took off and followed the other off over Indian Island Light.
I feel an affinity for ravens.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 12:30 p.m., I hiked the open trail.
1. Northern Raven
2. Black-capped Chickadee
3. Herring Gull
4. American Crow