Yesterday, in the delightful company of Callum and Finley, I saw seven ravens rollicking around the summit of Carningli. It was a warm and cloudy day, with wisps of low cloud coming in from the sea and rolling across the summit. Suddenly, there they were -- it must have been a family group, since there was no aggressive behaviour. I have noticed such large family groups before -- but the most I have even seen before is five, again in August, some years ago. By next month the parents will get fed up with the adolescents, and will send them packing.
I always use the ravens as symbols in the novels -- and as readers will know, the largest and wisest of the ravens on the mountain is Mistress Martha herself, in another incarnation........
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