“I used to feed the ravens, usually a box of Kraft dinner. I’d just put the food in the front yard for them. Then one day I was miserable and tired, and when a raven tapped its beak on my window looking for food, I screamed at it, ‘I’m sick of feeding you! Bring ME something for a change!’. Then the raven looked at the food and then looked at me and took off without eating anything. In about half an hour it came back with this big white eagle feather and dropped it on the patio, then looked at me and then ate its food. My husband was flabbergasted. It kind of spooked me but I still love ravens.” — Lorna