Four ravens are in the car park this morning. Two at first, then a third flaps down and another shortly after. They strut about. One approaches the ends of the timber beams still bound by a webbing strap and actually bends down, tilting its head to peer into the shadows underneath.
Today I’ve remembered not to whip the blinds apart, but my phone taps the window and a bird flies up onto the wall. In seconds, less than seconds, all four ravens are gone.