When the Ravens Came to Town
Six Word Photo Story: Freestyle
Next Time, I’m Not Playing Paparazzi!
A pair of ravens came to my bird feeder today. I have never seen ravens in my city. I wasn’t sure where they came from — but I was delighted to host them. They were larger than I expected and quite magnificent.
I reached for my phone and snapped photos through the window glass of my breakfast room. Then I cracked the door open just wide enough to get my phone through. I wanted to get closer. So I could get clearer pictures.
The door didn’t make a sound — at least not to my ears. But the ravens looked up from feeding, then took off.
“Please come back,” I said to the departing ravens. “Next time, I won’t bother you when you’re eating.”
Paparazzi —
I remembered being on safari in Africa. It was the experience of a lifetime to watch animals in their natural habitat instead of in a zoo. But it also felt intrusive — gawping at animals in their homes. Especially given the value we humans set on privacy. Our own.
The lions didn’t care. They snoozed in the shade of the acacias uncaring of the goggle-eyed creatures watching their every move. But the elephants huffed and beat the air with their ears…
