Forevermore The Raven

My Friend Edgar Raven

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Tue, 21 Mar 2023 22:36:00 +0000

Two years ago, our friend Edgar and his wife Aida had 4 Raven babies. They died in a freak extended brutally cold April rainstorm. It was very sad. They both went off and did their Raven things. We’d see Edgar occasionally during the year, but not much.

Last year, Edgar and a wife (I don’t think it was Aida) tried nesting in a tree further up the canyon. She sat on the nest for a while, then for whatever reason, the nest was abandoned before any babies hatched. Edgar and his wife went off and did their Raven things. We saw Edgar more frequently through the year; whenever he showed up and hollered for a treat, we hopped right to it. Bread crumbs, expired raw chicken, cat food, dead lizard, dead mice. Once I trapped a pack rat and tossed that out for him and that was The. Best. Raven. Treat. Ever!

Edgar mostly hung around over last fall and winter; and now that it’s spring, he’s set up camp here. He hollers for a treat, I put out one a day for him. I’m starting to up the ante: if he wants more than one treat, he has to retrieve it while I sit outside on the porch and watch him. So far he’s come close to getting the treat (it’s plenty far away from me), but it’s just too much for him. I’ll keep trying. I tell him if he come and sits on my shoulder I’ll feed him all day long. He hasn’t taken me up on that yet.

He does have a girlfriend again this year (I don’t know if it’s the same Raven as last year). She’s highly skittish and won’t come near, though she hollers at him from a distance while he’s near and hollering at me for food. If they are going to nest, they’d better get busy. By March 26 two years ago Edgar and his mate were building a nest. So far I haven’t seen evidence of it.

I was gone a week at the beginning of March. My neighbor said Edgar hollered for the first two days for a treat, but gave up after he realized I was gone. The very day I got back home, I had walked out to see the horses, and Edgar saw me in my red coat and he flew right up to see me, floated low and zigzagged over me as if to say, “Where have you been!” We went right back to the once-a-day treats.

When I work our two horses in the arena, Edgar likes to fly up in the Big Tree and watch. Sometimes when I’m out hiking up our canyon, or I’m out riding on my horse, Edgar comes flying over to check on us. He has to keep an eye on his vending machine, after all.

I am thrilled to have the privilege of calling Edgar Raven my friend!

pizza crust!

Ravens in Mourning

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Mon, 24 May 2021 23:44:00 +0000

The answer to “Do Ravens Mourn?” is yes. They do.

The last Raven baby died sometime during Saturday night. (See last post.)

Throughout the day Sunday, I occasionally heard Aida begging for food in a random tree or on a random hillside, and knew when Edgar was feeding her by the excited caws she gives off while he puts food in her mouth.

In the afternoon I heard a very strange noise I’d never heard before, and I hunted it down, or rather up. In a tree, Aida was snuggled close to Edgar, grooming him, giving off low, tender rumbles. Edgar sat still, accepting the caresses, and, I swear, looking sad.

At times they would fly to the nest tree, sometimes sitting and snuggling together on a high branch; once I saw them fly to the tree and sit on the rim of then nest, looking in, as if to see if anything had changed, or as if to think, well, what now?

I threw dog food out in the evening; Edgar flew down and gobbled up the bits. Aida flew in, landed a few feet away, and as Edgar walked up to her, she gave her excited food call and crouched and fluttered her wings as he fed her, just as they’d done in the nest for the last 2 weeks.

Ravens are believed to mate for life, so maybe these two will carry on together, stay in this area, and try again to nest here next spring.

I’ll know for sure it’s Aida by her unusually high-pitched voice, and by Edgar, who lets me come close and talk to him.

Yet another storm coming through on Sunday.

Raven Catastrophe: Babies Dead, Nest Abandoned

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Sun, 23 May 2021 15:18:00 +0000

It all started spiraling down with this crazy unseasonably cold weather. Terrible winds for a few days, cold… and then the cold rains came (and snow down to the foothills of the Owyhee mountains!)

Friday night it rained heavily.

Saturday morning I saw Aida sitting on a branch near the nest. Edgar flew up onto the edge of the nest with food…. and NO BABY MOUTHS SHOT UP FROM THE NEST. Oh no! Edgar just stood on the edge of the nest looking into it. Then he flew off.

Throughout the day Aida brooded continuously on the nest and spent much time rearranging things in the nest, moving nesting material as if to dry out. Edgar fed her on the nest several times. Only around noon did I see one baby poke its head up for food, but it seemed weak.

Several more cold rainstorms blew through during the day. Either Edgar or Aida continuously brooded the nest and appeared to be busy inside it (fluffing things up? drying things out? trying to resuscitate babies?). Near 6 PM Edgar was away; Aida briefly took off from the nest and returned shortly with food; one open mouth reached up and she fed it, then she settled back down on the nest.

At nightfall, Edgar bedded down on a branch right next to Aida on the nest, something he hasn’t done for some time.

10:40 PM: a terrific Raven Ruckus got me up and out of bed, Edgar and Aida caterwauling about something, on and on, caw caw caw. I trekked to the nest tree with binoculars and with a slight moon could hear her on the nest and see him on a branch, facing upstream. Between their hollering I could hear a great horned owl female up the creek; were they attacked by an owl? (About 2 weeks ago both Ravens shot off the nest in the evening and made a beeline for a great horned owl sitting on a distant ridge, with Aida giving off her alarm calls.)

The Ravens quieted down and I went back inside, and again at 11:30 another terrific Raven Ruckus. It was 41* and rained again during the night.

This morning: nest is abandoned.

I walked around the bottom of the nest and saw nothing (it’s very brushy so unlikely I’d see anything anyway).

As I was walking back… there was Edgar, sitting on a log on the ground. “Well, hi Edgar, are you OK? What happened last night!?”

I pulled up a seat on the ground 20 feet from him and talked, while he looked at me, stretched, shook his feathers and contemplated life. After a while, he flew up into his nest tree (but not the nest), and Aida also flew up to the tree (but not the nest).

I fetched some dog food and set it out; Edgar flew down to it while Aida hollered in the tree (not the nest); then she joined him on the ground, and I could hear her excited “Feed me!” voice.

I think it’s too late for them to try nesting again, other Raven nests have fledged by now. Do Ravens mourn? There are stories of Corvid funerals. Are Edgar and Aida mourning their 4 lost babies? I’m pretty sure they know I feel sad for them.

Will they stick around, now that they have no commitments here?

top pic: Aida looking into unresponsive nest

the weather that started the calamity

Sitting on the ground and talking with Edgar this morning

Squawks and Beaks: 4 Baby Ravens!

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Wed, 19 May 2021 19:10:00 +0000

Sunday for the first time I heard Raven babies in the nest!

The nest is far too high for me to see in it, but Sunday, when Aida flew back to the nest with food (Edgar was perched on a side branch supervising and playing Protector), 4 tubular bald pink heads reached for the sky, huge mouths gaping open waiting for morsels.

Any time a parent caws nearby, the 4 pink gaping stalks shoot up, and if no morsel is forthcoming, they flop or wilt back down out of sight. It’s tiring being a baby Raven!

Every day they all get just a wee bit louder, and a wee bit hungrier…

Ravens Vs. Mother Nature

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Thu, 13 May 2021 14:14:00 +0000

Mother Nature's throwing everything she's got at the nesting Ravens: rain, vicious wind storms, wilting heat (at times you can see them panting on and near the nest).

And still the nest stays secure and they raise their babies. Edgar most often does the hunting and feeding, though sometimes he will settle down on the nest as Aida flies off to eat (or chase red-tailed hawks).

I know they have at least two on the nest from the angle the parents' beaks turn when they feed down into the nest, but so far I still haven't heard them or seen one fluffy down feather!

Yes, We Have Baby Ravens!

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Sun, 09 May 2021 17:44:00 +0000

The giveaway was the night Edgar spent sleeping in the nest tree. Usually he sits in a tree about a hundred yards away. That, and Aida no longer makes the excited gargling when Edgar flies to her on the nest to feed her. Now she's quiet. Probably so as to not draw too much attention to the nest.

It's been sooooooo windy that we can't hear any baby Ravens... but do they make any noise right away?

We estimate the egg/s hatched on Thursday May 8. That evening was Edgar's first to bed down in the nest tree, with, as usual Aida on the nest.

They don't seem to be crazy busy feeding babies yet; no way to know how many of the eggs hatched. But watch closely, and you definitely see (mostly) Edgar flying to the nest and feeding *something* in there besides Aida.

Coming Soon: Baby Ravens!

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Tue, 04 May 2021 22:28:00 +0000

Ravens will incubate their eggs 18-21 days. Near as we can figure, Aida possibly started laying eggs somewhere around April 13... if so then today would be 21 days, so, any day now the little guests might start to arrive! (Oh, for a nest cam up there.)

Aida probably laid from 4-6 eggs, which will be greenish, and marked with browns and olive. They're about 2 inches in length, about the size of a (yummy) chicken egg.

Normally the female incubates the eggs and Edgar will fly to the nest and feed Aida, but they do switch off occasionally. Sometimes she goes to forage (possibly Edgar has found something yummy, perhaps cow afterbirth), and it's easier for her to fly to the yumyums and eat her fill. He'll sit on the nest while she's gone, and if she's gone too long, he'll start calling for her. One day she didn't answer for quite a while, either she was stuffing her face, or needed a good break!

She will also instantly dart off the nest in pursuit of a nearby predator (hawk) - CawCawCawCaw. Edgar may or may not fly to the nest; he might sit nearby so as to not tip off the hawk to the nest location. Or, he may protectively fly to the nest and pop on it if danger is close.

Raven Goodnight Kiss

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Sun, 02 May 2021 00:36:00 +0000

At the end of a long day of Aida incubating her eggs, and Edgar searching for and gathering food and feeding Aida on the nest, as the sun sinks over the mountains she hops out of her nest and snuggles up to Edgar and they give each other a goodnight kiss before she walks back to her nest and hops on her eggs.

Raven Love!

Raven Want a Cracker?

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Fri, 30 Apr 2021 02:15:00 +0000

In view of Edgar, I threw a few crackers in a horse pen (organic garlic naan, and sweet potato crackers, to be precise) - where he’d been picking through horse poo.

I walked away, out of sight, where Edgar couldn’t see me. He strutted over to the crackers, and one by one, picked them up and walked them into the next horse pen, and cached them. Put a cracker on the ground, covered it up with dirt and duff. He ate just one but cached all the rest.

He flew up onto the top rung of the horse pen, and I walked back up to have a conversation with him. “You’re so beautiful Edgar!”

“CAW! CAW! CAW!”

Which I interpreted as, “YES I AM! AND THIS IS MINE AND AIDA’S RAVEN TERRITORY AND I LOVE GARLIC NAAN CRACKERS!”

Raven/Hawk Drama!

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Wed, 28 Apr 2021 02:43:00 +0000

I'm getting to know what's going on on the nest by the different call Edgar and Aida make.

The other morning, while Edgar was checking out an egg on the ground, Aida suddenly jumped out of her nest and made short, sharp, high pitched caws I'd never heard before, while she hunched and ruffle-flapped her wings. Edgar froze on the ground. What did this mean?

Suddenly Aida launched off the tree, still letting off caws, clearly agitated about something. Edgar flew to a small tree to monitor the situation.

Aida, still sharp-cawing, headed skyward, where a red-tailed hawk was circling high above. CawCawCawCaw she yelped, flying up toward the hawk. Another Raven (not Edgar... he was staying near the nest) answered her distress call and joined her in the sky, both of them taking turns diving at the hawk, eventually driving it away.

Aida kept up her sky patrol till for sure the hawk had left the territory. The assisting angel Raven flew off.

Danger past, Aida did a Raven tuck and roll as she flew back to her nest, clearly pleased with herself. She settled back down on her eggs.

P.S.:

This happened again this afternoon: CawCawCawCawCaw - I recognized the distress call immediately and looked to see Aida launching off her nest to chase away a hawk circling above.

Edgar Raven and the Egg

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Sun, 25 Apr 2021 04:23:00 +0000

What's this? A chicken egg on the ground?!

Edgar sits in the tree a while, eyeing it. He flies down to the ground and lands 20 feet away. He casually struts indirectly toward it, as though he has not the slightest thought in his head about A CHICKEN EGG!!!!!, even though he's got his Raven eyeball laser focused on it.

Aida has her head over the edge of the nest looking down and watching him.

Edgar gets closer.

He does the Raven feint/hop away from the egg, just in case it's a trap and it springs at him! Egg doesn't move!

Edgar steps forward and touches the egg and hops away again, just in case (again) it's a trap!

Edgar grabs the egg then immediately drops it!

For real, IT'S A CHICKEN EGG and it's breakfast! He can hardly believe his Raven luck! Because, as you know, Ravens love chicken eggs.

Aida is shrieking falsetto encouragement from the nest. Edgar grabs the egg again and flies away to eat it, then in a circuitous route, flies to the nest to regurgitate to Aida.

The New Nest at Cottonwood Heights

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Fri, 23 Apr 2021 14:01:00 +0000

Edgar and Aida decided on the big half-dead cottonwood tree, conveniently right outside our front doors!

Toward the end of March they were diligently building it up with sticks and Raven things. Edgar would fly to the nest with some kind of balls of things... duff? Feathers? They'd stuff things into the nest and Aida would sit and wiggle about getting things just right.

They had to get it all just right; the nest has survived two severe wind storms, one that shredded a neighbor's greenhouse, and ripped the siding off a house trailer.

By April 13th, Aida was sitting on the nest religiously and Edgar bringing her food. They were seen boinking (you know, Raven Love) on the nest on the 13th and 15th.

See Edgar carrying a special stick. Takes a good Raven eye for the right stick for nest construction!

Aida fluffing and arranging and interior decorating

The Nest at Cottonwood Heights

WE HAVE A RAVEN NEST!

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Thu, 22 Apr 2021 23:27:00 +0000

Yes we have a Raven nest!

On February 11th I noticed an excessive amount of Raven courtship activity. A pair sat in a cottonwood tree a hundred yards down the crick and yelled at each other. They were apparently discussing a former Raven nest in a tree; it was built but never used. I recognized the female of this pair; she has an unusually high voice for a female Raven. I remember hearing her last fall.

This pair also checked out a couple of other trees, including a big half-dead one right outside my friend's font door (and which I can see from my cabin). There used to be an occupied red-tailed hawk nest in this tree that was used several years ago, but Ravens dismantled it to build their own nest elsewhere.

On March 26th, this Raven pair was definitely building a nest in our big cottonwood tree!

We named them Edgar Raven and Aida Garifullina Raven (after the famous soprano opera singer).

More to come!

Finally! A Raven Postage Stamp!

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Sun, 14 Mar 2021 20:26:00 +0000

March 14 2021

The Raven is soooooo excited for this Raven post office stamp! it's created by Tlingit and Athabascan artist Rico Lanáat’ Worl, and should be out this year.

The Raven is going to start writing lots of letters on which to paste this stamp!

https://www.adn.com/arts/2020/11/26/tlingit-artist-designs-stamp-inspired-by-trickster-raven-tale-for-us-postal-service/

Raven Rides City of Rocks

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Mon, 29 Jun 2020 17:04:00 +0000

The Raven has also kept up his endurance riding. He's got some 8000 AERC endurance miles now.

In June he rode the Standardbred Hillbillie Willie on a 50-miler in the City of Rocks Pioneer Endurance ride, in southern Idaho, in City of Rocks National Reserve.

Here he is with his pal Willie (and snoozing Jose).

A Raven in Iceland

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Mon, 29 Jun 2020 16:57:00 +0000

Never fear. The Raven hasn’t disappeared. He’s just busy as usual, doing Raven things, riding horses, traveling the world!

In August last year The Raven fulfilled a life-long dream to go to Iceland and ride Icelandic horses. It was one of his best trips ever!

Ravens are a great part of the mythology of Iceland:

https://adventures.is/blog/ravens-iceland/

Raven For President!

noreply@blogger.com (The Equestrian Vagabond) — Wed, 14 Mar 2018 20:01:00 +0000

March 14 2018

The Raven has decided to start funding his campaign for President, starting with these 3 Raven mugs. A kind of exploratory committee kinda thing. They're on sale for 3 days this go round.

https://www.gearbubble.com/ravenforpresident

https://www.gearbubble.com/ravenpresident2020

https://www.gearbubble.com/ravenforevermorepresident2020

Raven Mug by Mara

noreply@blogger.com (The Raven) — Fri, 24 Nov 2017 19:00:00 +0000

November 24 2017

Nothing says Raven Love like a morning cup of coffee (with half n half) in a beautiful Raven mug by Mara.

It just makes coffee taste so much better, and yes, of course, Ravens love coffee!

Raven Barrette

noreply@blogger.com (The Raven) — Sun, 10 Sep 2017 03:35:00 +0000

September 9 2017

The Raven loves this beautiful polymer clay Raven barrette, made by artist Margaret Regan from Helena, Montana, particularly since it's made in his image.

Ravens can use barrettes to hold their feathers in place!

Fabulous Raven Art

noreply@blogger.com (The Raven) — Mon, 12 Dec 2016 21:30:00 +0000

December 12 2016

The Raven thinks these beautiful Art By Lindy Raven pictures (little tags and larger gift tags, or whatever you want to use them for!) resemble him so accurately, don't you think?

Lindy is his favorite artist.

These Raven art images, and others, are available as digitial downloads on Lindy's etsy shop.
Check them out!

2016 AERC National Championship

noreply@blogger.com (The Raven) — Wed, 05 Oct 2016 02:25:00 +0000

October 4 2016

The Raven in the National Endurance Championship 50? Why of course! Riding with Dudley on Antelope Island State Park with buffalo - fun!

2016 Santiam Cascade

noreply@blogger.com (The Raven) — Wed, 17 Aug 2016 20:47:00 +0000

August 13 2016

The Raven has a new BHF (Best Horse Friend), Dezzie. The Raven rode Dezzie 50 miles in the Santiam Cascade ride in Oregon. The two had a blast together. Dezzie is a fun ride!

Raven Pillow Delight

noreply@blogger.com (The Raven) — Fri, 06 Feb 2015 03:30:00 +0000

February 5 2015

Every Raven should have his own pillow, like this one by Lindy at www.artbylindy.com .

Ravens Are BadAss

noreply@blogger.com (The Raven) — Wed, 26 Nov 2014 20:37:00 +0000

November 26 2014

Yet one more reason why RAVENS ARE BADASS.

Halloween Raven

noreply@blogger.com (The Raven) — Wed, 05 Nov 2014 02:17:00 +0000

November 1 2014

What's that - a Cardinal in the Owyhee desert? No - wait it's The Raven, who dressed up in costume and rode with Dudley on a 50-mile endurance ride for Halloween!