I’ve always been intrigued by ravens.
I’ve got pictures of them on my bedroom walls; behind one is feather a raven tossed to the ground near me when grooming. The Haida story of trickster raven creating the world and dumping humankind into it just to amuse himself has always seemed a more realistic description of our condition than any offered by organized religions.
This one was hovering over Otto, her spread wings twice Otto’s size. Fortunately she decided Otto wasn’t a threat (0r qualified as dinner) and left him alone. I do wonder if any chihuahuas or yorkies went missing that day at Fort Funston.
The blue eye isn’t a photoshop add-on, it’s a reflection of the sky.