Ravenous

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!?

Erev cheers.

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