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.