Bad weather sets in so the ravens remain housebound for a day or two. On the first clear dawn, however, I set them out on the ramada. Out front a mating pair eyes me from a distant light pole. A third peers surreptitiously over a parapet. All three call to one another and take flight toward Health Care. A half hour later a pair flies low overhead and call out wildly to the fledgelings who call back excitedly in return.
I believe they’ve been found.
Later that morning a friend comes over and climbs the ladder to take a peek. As she gets closer, the babies call out in panic and immediately an adult pair flies over from Health Care and light upon the ramada in a defensive posture before again taking off.
But that’s it. Later they spy me feeding the babies and circle. And since then they’ve kept their distance.