When I hauled logs there was a long hill that we had to pull. A raven would fly alongside the truck at window height and look in. Throw out a piece of bread and it would spin around, land, eat it then peddle like crazy and catch up. Just to do it all over again. Pretty comical looking out your window and see a raven about six feet away eyeballing you. Would get about three rounds before it couldn’t keep up anymore.
Last one I shot was in Whitehorse in 1974 at the dump and the guy I as working for told me that it was probably around watching miners in the Klondike gold rush.
I never thought anything of it until I read this thread but when I shot my elk this fall there were ravens circling overhead making a racket. I’ll be paying closer attention next fall.
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