At about 1 PM today (9/15) I heard what sounded like a raven calling. The sound was distant and I couldn’t pin down a direction. Finally, I looked straight up. There, directly overhead, were two ravens soaring, at times kiting, in the light air far above.

Ravens are seen here at the Museum about once per year, usually in fall or winter. I didn’t see one last year, but I do recall hearing one at one point during the past winter. It’s usually their voice, their loud croaking, gurgling voice, that announces their presence.

It’s always a thrill to see these red-tailed hawk size corvids, no matter where it is that I see them.

After a few minutes the ravens drifted off to the southeast.

It pays to look up.