It’s still pretty cold out here in The Texas Hill Country. Time to throw a few logs in the ‘ole wood burning stove. Even with the nippy weather, I see the two Ravens have returned to their nest on a sheer white bluff of the hill sloping down to the river. I call it Mount Dudley because several years ago I noticed my dog, Dudley’s face carved into the just like Mount Rushmore with presidents heads carved into it. The Ravens leave at the end of each summer after they raise their young and watch them leave the nest for the last time. The same two Ravens come back every year to the same spot and do the same thing. They look like big black crows and have a shrill piercing call that can be heard for miles. Ravens are very aggressive about protecting their young. I’ve seen them chase off larger Red Tail Hawks and Vultures by dive bombing them and harassing them. Humans could take a lesson from the Ravens nevermore.