Expecting to fly

Today was kind of like old times. Grog flew down the beach with me awhile just as he began to do three years ago when I was first getting to know him. Then it was also raven spring when Sunshine was busy with their eggs and Grog had some free time. Just like a guy to be having fun while the wife keeps the nest warm! Of course, Grog can fly a million times faster than I can run but he developed a style of flying a bit, then hopping on the sand alongside me before taking to the air as if to say, 'don't you get it--take off!'. 

That first spring seemed to solidify our bond even though his wife, Sunshine, with her pushier manner often sits nearer to me. Recently, when she was still out and about, I was sitting on some wood at the beach and she tried to pick my pocket. As long as I don't make eye contact when they are close, they will both come within inches of me. They seem to like to sit just behind me, one on either side or one in front of me with the other behind. I'm reminded of the Norse myth of Odin having a raven on either shoulder to tell him about the world. No doubt the Grogs have been trying to tell me things, still to be translated. Also, I think their stance is a way of taking command, like having me covered and themselves at the same time.