Early morning this morning. The wind has been ravaging the house and landscape for three days straight. All of the snow along the river has faded to the banks leaving a glossy coat of textured ice. And then there’s the ravens. Ohhh the ravens. I love them. They never seem to really understand the force of the wind. Up they fly high into the air only to be caught by a wisp so strong you can see the panic in their movements as they try to fight it. And then they swoop down to safety. One gust later and up they are again- flailing wildly with the force too strong for their feathers. I can’t help but laugh. It’s almost a game to them. I wonder if they sit on the ground and challenge each other of whom can fly higher. For as one flies the rest seem to sit safety and laugh amongst themselves.
