Blacky

We just returned from a 5-day trip to Teton National Park in Wyoming. There is so much beauty there. We often were amazed at ‘our cup running over’! The mountains were, as usual, stunning. The wildlife was especially entertaining. I have so much to talk about: blue birds, ravens, buffalo, moose, sunsets, sunrises, camera lenses, beavers, rain, baby elk, crowds gathered to see bear. So, I’ll just start with one thing this week. Raven. We were setting up a sandwich picnic in Yellowstone, when a very large raven hopped within 5 feet of our picnic table, and just stood there, waiting. I quietly spoke to it, inviting it to stay for awhile, hoping I would have the time to snap off a few photos. It posed for many shots, and then was pleased to be tossed a few sandwich crumbs, and quickly learned that it needed to be perched on a nearby log in order to receive bits of crust. Bob has always been super-fascinated with ravens. We have tried to photograph many, but found them to be spooky and fly away too quickly, or, because of their ‘blackness’ the exposure has been tricky, and usually not impressive, except for this time. What a delightful lunch guest!

Blacky came to charm his way into our very souls.
His raven ways won our hearts, as he obtained his goals.
He jumped upon a pine root perch, not 6 feet from us.
We tossed him bread and other treats and we gained Blacky’s trust.
He cried “Don’t go!”, in raven calls, as we drove away.
We won’t forget the miracle God shared with us that day.