Ravens in March

This raven is picking the meat off a sheep’s jaw. I’m guessing somebody threw their “svið” leftovers out for the ravens to enjoy. Whoops dropped it. If you aren’t familiar with the horror that is the Icelandic cuisine known as “svið” . This time of year, when the ravens congregate in town before scattering into the countryside for the summer, I tend to stalk their regular hangout spots. This is why I’m thankful my neighbour has placed his bird feeders well out of the reach of the cats.