In researching a bit about ravens for this post, I learned that a group of ravens has many collective nouns,
including a bazaar, a constable, a rant, a storytelling and an unkindness of ravens. Who makes up this stuff?
Whoever decided to call them a rant of ravens was definitely on the right track, though,
because that's what this post is: a rant about ravens.
While I enjoy having them here and love to watch them jump around and play, they never shut up.
Their incessant gurgling croaks are so stinkin' loud, folks on the other end
of the phone line have questioned whether I've moved my office to a zoo.
I'd just as soon never hear them again. Quoth the rancher woman, "Nevermore."
Raven: Surely she can't mean me.
The rant of ravens that resides on the ranch is semi-used to the paparazzi, but the moment we make eye contact...
...off they go into the wild blue yonder.
While ravens are powerful enough to pick up an unsuspecting barn cat or chicken,
they leave Johnny and the girls alone, thank goodness.
And they are known to eat insects and rodents, so for that I am grateful.