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This morning, a pair of ravens (Australian, I suspect) were cavorting
on high beneath a faultless blue Belconnen sky. They climbed and soared
before diving in unison at seemingly sonic speed. A bit more climbing and diving
preceded a hell-for-feather game of chases. All the while the aerobatics were
accompanied by chortling cawing calls.
Whether this behaviour was triggered by a territorial dispute, or cupid's
little arrows finding their mark on sable plumage, I cannot guess. Anyhow, they
seemed to be acting like we're approaching the spring equinox rather than the
winter solstice.
John K. Layton
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