The large family of ravens roosted on a fig tree
where they assembled everyday at sunset, to sleep.
Monsoon had peaked, it rained day and night
for many days and it was breeding time for ravens.
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In the dialogue between the male raven and his fiancée, they ‘speak' on the number of eggs. Let me clarify that BIRDS, least of all crows, can not count.
I once sat at the same bench every day at my local lake with my yellow Labrador Clara and over a period of time I trained a pair of rooks to come closer when I fed them Clara's treats. They knew what time I came and always waited. The came to within a metre from me.
Birds esp rooks get close to humans quite willingly. Thank You David for reading and sharing your experience.
It has been observed by birdwatchers that the male cuckoo force the raven could to move and stay away from their nest for such time, that the female cuckoo lays her eggs in the nest of the ravens
We all ask her, "Where's the cuckoo's nest? " And we know the answer now!
The male Indian Cuckoo is jet black as jungle crows, while the female cuckoo is dressed in brown, with white specks
Ever interesting and beautifully written! .. And I like the sense of humor in it too! .. Definite Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++
Hi Becca, I am happy th6ou
Hi Becca, I am quite happy that liked the poem and enjoyed the humour