RAF

Raven Air Force

"agile, adaptable & capable"

"Trust me, Moro, I'm a nice guy."

--Scout

Yesterday, as I was catching up with the El Moros, I looked up and there flew the RAF, the Raven Air Force. Was this a reconnaissance of El Moro territory or perhaps an attempt to recruit new wings? Whatever the intention, the result was some daredevil flying before any thoughts of returning to base.

What I love about the young Grogs, young ravens altogether, is that curiosity which I have written about before. They can't pass a rock without looking beneath it or pass a stick without trying it out for size. The just can't keep to themselves but must test that crab, chase that squirrel or taste that bee. As I have noted, no boundaries seem to stop them, their world is still growing--unconfined.

Today, after the squadron dispersed, one young Grog stayed behind much to the annoyance of the El Moros. This Grog--Scout, I think--is smaller than young Moro but seemed determined to get to know him despite the Moro parent's discouragement. The two young made several short test flights together before landing. Scout hopped among the rocks and sand, pulling kelp and studying rock shadows, trying to engage the Moro in a bit of fun.  The Moro parents stayed close, occasionally flying at Scout which fazed him not. Young Moro himself, made some tentative playful gestures but often returned to Madre Moro for approval. 

Both the Grog and El Moro young are still being fed by their parents. The control is still at the top. Yet, the Grog squadron is definitely asserting some independence. I have heard the parent's call only to be ignored by some. This Scout was a point in fact. I could see (through my binos) his parents about a mile north, sitting on a post, no doubt wondering if he was coming back or had joined the enemy or was Scout on a secret Grog mission?

Nest update: Only the Inklings have nestlings now. So far I have seen three.

Photos through the kindness of Diana @theravendiaries.com