The baleful glare of a raven in Jasper National Park last summer.
Lots of robins singing in the backyard trees this morning. I've been so aware of birdsong since I've been isolated at home; I can only identify four or five birds by sound alone (and one of those is the mourning dove, which hardly counts) but hearing their chorus every morning is one of the many things I am grateful for.
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