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Ravens are generally entertaining interlocutors. Jack and Nora, I was well received, especially when they found out that I did not claim their territory and food. On this sultry afternoon, they had a lot of things to do - drag branches and candy gold pieces to the nest, croak with neighbors, but they gladly took time for me to chat and play. Jack dragged nuts under the gate, and the three of us took stones below in their beaks, flew up to the gate and dropped them, trying to hit the nut with a stone and crack the shell. The nuts were delicious, and the game was fun and exciting - hitting a nut with a “stone dropped from a beak” from a height of 7 meters is not easy, it requires fine calculation and luck.

We sat at the gates of the cemetery, shining with black plumage, laughing with sly eyes, discussing the passing living, the recently driven dead. The cemetery is not big and there were only two this week. Grandfather, who rather quickly went along the otherworldly route and did not pa
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