Son of Grog (and others)

 

Jet

Edgar Allan Inkling

(son of Grog)

Pip

I mentioned in one of my posts, a raven pair to the south of the El Moros--the Inklings. The Inklings have carved out a bit of beach territory between two reef points, fighting off the El Moros to the north and another pair to the south, the Pips, who have nested in a pipe coming out of the cliff (fortunately, it hardly rains here). Just a long stone's throw behind them is a another pair, the Jets, who have nested in a palm tree just across the road from the beach.

Edgar Allan Inkling is a familiar character. I feel certain that he is a son of Grog. He has never been afraid of me and so I can only assume that he remembers me from his youth in Grogland. For a mature raven, he is garrulous and utterly confident. He'll land right beside me without raising a feather. His father, whom I have known longer, is much more cautious. He has a right fork in his tail at present. The Inklings' nestlings appear to be the least developed of these three southern pairs. The mother seems to be still incubating baby Inklings.

Down the beach from Edgar Allan Inkling is Mr. Pip who has a left fork in his tail, a bigger air gap than Edgar's. The Pips nesting in the large pipe are shy and wary of people. I have seen at least two nestlings whom I would guess might be about three weeks old.

In the palm tree across the road are the Jets. Both parents are a deep black without a feather missing, gorgeous. I have been watching the nest and yesterday saw heaps of sable feathers. Both parents were out so I concluded that featherbed had to be babies.

It has been difficult to see into their nest and so only yesterday was I able to confirm that there were young ravens. Imagine my surprise when today, I saw Jumbo Jets. I think the three Jet young I saw this morning were looking for a runway, ready for take-off.