Day 83: My walk up the hill this morning was accompanied by two old friends, Mister and Missus, and no avian profile is more recognizable than that of a raven. They were very relaxed with me, one of them hopping along from molehill to molehill in the pasture while the other perched in the brush growing up beside a telephone pole. It was a social occasion for the three of us, and I was pleased to have the healing presence of their escort.
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