Two days before "Spring" it is freaky cold in the High Arctic. It is -39C today, with a stiff wind. A very stiff wind. Driving around running errands today I noticed two things about the Ravens in town. Every Raven I saw was doing one of two things. They were either hunkered down in the lee of buildings, sitting on oil tank stands close to a wall, or below the peak of a roof, avoiding the cold.
Alternatively they were playing in the wind. I saw several that were hovering motionless in the wind, letting the wind hold them in place, until tiring of the view they would peel away sweep down and then back up into the sky to start hovering once again.
It is hard to imagine a more admirably suited bird to life in the High Arctic.
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