Friday, July 10, 2015


Several times during the day, the campers and their leaders gather at the amphitheater for events.

 While the attention of most of the people is focused on proceedings and announcements…

Our camp mascot, Poe the Raven, has other things in mind.

This evening he found an open Dutch oven filled with foil-covered baked potatoes.

 He knows that shiny stuff means chow.  He wasted no time separating the food from the foil.

 He’s a big, big bird and these spuds were just beak size.

 Over a period of ten or fifteen minutes he appropriated several potatoes…

 ...and stashed them for later.

 As the evening progressed all the groups had skits to perform.

 On the other side of camp, Poe found a table with several loaves of fresh bread, also wrapped in foil.

 These campers had been late getting their meal prepared and had left it to be eaten after they attended the evening campfire.

 Poe knew he’d hit the jackpot.

 He proceeded to rip and fling foil as fast as he could.

 Warm garlic bread is on the evening menu for the raven family.

 He flew off with as much as he could carry.

 And came back a few more times…

 For extra helpings.

 When the campers came back to finish their meal they found this.

 Ravens are much smarter than Goldilocks.  They don’t fall asleep in the bears’ bed.  They grab and go.

 The next morning while DH and I were cleaning the pool we saw the ravens were back with their youngsters.

All the campers had gathered for breakfast.

 While the girls were feasting on pancakes, eggs and watermelon,..

 …and the robins were eating worms…

Poe was teaching his family how to raid camp sites.

 The kids were paying close attention.

 Another generation of ravens was learning survival skills.

 “Someday, Son, this will all be yours.”


Geo. said...

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Then stole my food; but I could hear, as he flew out of sight,
Quoth the raven: Nevermore, and to all a good night.

Carla said...

I LOVE this post. Ravens are so very, very smart! If it were proper and good, I would have one as an obnoxious pet. However, they are meant to be wild and entertaining and naughty.

Val said...

I am very afraid! Yesterday I rounded a curve and saw three huge turkeys in the road. "Look at the size of those turkeys!" I told my son. Um. They were turkey buzzards! Red rubbery heads and all, eating a dead squirrel on the road. They heaved themselves up off the blacktop and sat on a fence, waiting for us to pass.

Terry and Linda said...

This was delightfully fun!

I crow is a hoot!