In the winter our city has snow birds the real ones. We see them around the dumpsters and anywhere a free meal can be found. My friend likes to call them "rats with wings" but I loved these birds. I said loved because of when I met one in person, can you say in person when it's a bird? I have enjoyed the Ravens when they visit in winter. They are larger that a crow with beautiful black feathers. And they walk. I love the way they walk! For years mostly as a joke I ask my husband to catch one for me. I like to make unrealistic request of my husband. Don't know why I just do. He never takes me seriouly. So while on a walk I saw a Raven with a broken wing I was sure I could catch it and after 15 minutes of chasing it back and forth along a fence line I got it! On the walk back home I decided It would be a great pet after some medical help I'd get a large cage and maybe teach it to talk. I've heard they can be taught. A long time dream of having this beautiful bird was right there in my hands.
All this changed after I tryed to feed the bird and it took aim at my nose. I bleed from a good size cut but recovered as did the next person who tryed to take in this black beauty. The women who cares for all kind of injured animals. Both she and her friendly dog that meet us at the gate of the shelter were victims of the large beak. So the bird was doctored and released but my childhood dream died. Is that what Poe ment by "Quote the Raven nevermore" ?
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