After tour guiding yesterday I went up to the Roque hoping for a chat with the ravens. They turned up all right, but they didn’t seem as interested as usual in the biscuits on offer. It turned out that they were really thirsty. I was rather surprised, because birds have such good kidneys that they need very little water. In any case, there’s a water tap with a little pool under it beside the park warden’s hut only twenty metres away, but I suppose that would mean getting down to shin level amongst people the ravens didn’t know. Once I looked at it like that, I could see why they’d feel twitchy about it. It made me feel privileged that they trusted me.
And then just before they flew off, they showed their gratuitude – all down the door of my car. Actually birds often do poop just before they fly. I suppose it reduces the weight.
In other news, I’ve written 100 words a day on the novel for 4 days straight. That’s ridiculously slow, but it’s getting easier, so I hope to be able to speed up soon.
