On one of the evenings in Santa Fe, I was walking in the Railyard Arts district. I heard the soft, guttural sounds that my friend Jeanne Cowan’s macaws often make. I looked up to see a large raven perched on the street light above me. The streetlight was not very tall so the raven was close. When I looked up at him, I expected him to take off, but he returned my gaze and continued his little speech. It felt as though he was speaking to me.
One of Sabine’s dogs is named Raven. Raven has one black eye and one blue eye. “She really likes you,” Sabine said.
Raven and Bluebird: opposites?