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I remember this moment. The raven’s chuckles called me to the patio of the third-storey VGH apartment I had been living in. I looked at the dying spruce who gave us shade every summer, and in its topmost branches perched this raven. I had my camera. It sized me up. Didn’t like what it saw, and just as I snapped the shutter, it dove right at me, feinting an attack as it swooped just over my head and up over the roof of the building.
