Raven at Mnt Zeus

Hiking up Mount Zeus, we met a couple from Jackson Hole, Wyoming.  They said the path we were on ended and it was mostly a hands and knees scramble the rest of the hike.  One kilometer of slippery marble scramble did not sound, nor when we turned the corner, look appealing.

Larry, full of testosterone (and I wouldn’t have it any other way), took the camera in exchange for the rental car keys.

I gingery made my way back the way we had come, stopping at a safe vantage point to watch Larry pick his way through the rocks and shrubs.

“Knock, knock, knock,” I heard overhead, distinctively different than the howling wind.

I stopped my descent and looked around.

“Knock, knock, knock,” I heard over the canyon.  It was either a Crow or Raven, I couldn’t distinguish.  She was soaring, full of joy, knock-knock-knocking.  I’d read about Corvid play in ‘Mind of the Raven,’ by Bernd Heinrich.

To soar, what a delightful muse.