Now I think I know where “ravenous” comes from. There appear to be a couple of ravens who gobble up the bones I always set out for them. Within five or ten minutes, they’ve cleaned up. My evil scheme is working. I’m determined to make friends with a raven. Coolest, smartest birds ever.
Which reminds me, the other night we had a mysterious power outage. The next day, some other locals mentioned they had, too. They claimed a raccoon had a disagreement with a power transformer, which makes no sense, but you know them pesky varmints!?