A raven is a larger-bodied member of genus Corvus.

A raven is a larger-bodied member of genus Corvus, an extremely intelligent bird.

  • This year I’m celebrating November 11 (aka Remembrance Day in British Commonwealth countries and Veterans Day in the USA) the way the ravens do. This member of the intelligent common crow family is a sinister omen in Edgar Allan Poe’s poem, The Raven, but they have a happier side. They don’t all just sit around croaking “Nevermore, Nevermore,” like Poe’s raven does, and we do on our annual observances of the darkest days in human history.
  • Visitors to the Champlain Lookout at Gatineau Park in late October were dazzled by birds who are anything but grave by nature. A flock of young ravens unexpectedly put on an aerobatic display for those who were there. It was enough to make the Snowbirds, the Royal Canadian Air Force ceremonial performance team, die out of envy.

    Ravens are sinister omens of doom but also have a happier side.

    Ravens are sinister omens of doom but also have a happier side.

  • The flock of eight was just out for the hour before sundown to play and flirt with the opposite sex by touching wingtips, feigning collisions and showing off their flight savvy.
  • These youths will settle down to monogamous partnerships, once they lay eggs and have families. But first they go all out to dare, defy and celebrate what it means to be alive and to express themselves.
  • They frolicked, dipped, taunted and teased each other as they rivaled in making best birdly manouvers. They flew in line and glided parallel either on top of or beside one another while their merely human audience gasped.
  • Oh, who would not love to be a raven, free and having so much fun! Yes, the ravens match up well with ghouls, ghosts, gorings and ghastliness but they are too smart to accept this role all the time. Maybe they came out to remind those who were there that the souls of our veterans are free now. Bravery, courage and doing the right thing to save others are ubiquitous qualities that help make a heaven.
  • Thanks, raven, for the dance and the message. I’ll remember to think of the vets when the gates to the Park, now closed in anticipation of snow, are freed and happy crowds gather again.

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