After a warm January (temperatures hung around or above freezing, which just about turned the roads into skating rinks), my nostrils and lungs fought to adapt to the tingle of the cold. My gloved hand rested on the back of the hand-hewn log bench, and I looked out over the fog that draped the city in soft white. The banter of two dogs echoed up the walls of the canyon in front of me. As I drew my fingers toward me, I was startled to hear a faint tinkling chime. I looked down to see that my movement was knocking over tiny ice crystals on the wood, creating a song for only the most careful listener. The frozen grasses poking through the ground’s covering of snow swayed and rustled, adding a soft cadence to the tune.
(I found THIS VIDEO and wanted to share it so you could hear some of the sounds ravens make. My favorite sound, not included in this clip, is the water-drip sound these birds make. I have heard nothing like it from any other bird, and it really does sound just like a big, fat drip of water!)
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