When Ravens are near I can feel their presence, but it may take time before one physically appears. Sometimes it’s a single Raven. Other times many more will arrive. On a good day I’ll come home with a handful of stunning Raven photographs. On other days, the only images of Ravens that come home are the ones in my mind. 

One moment Raven is there, the next moment she’s not.  Where did she go? Ravens are masters at luring you away from their special places. “Over here,” they call, flying from tree to tree, waiting long enough for you to catch up before moving incrementally across the land.  I know the game well.  When Raven wants to keep her distance, I honor it. Some days we play together; some days we don’t.