This morning, while I was working on our Littleton farm, a mouse dropped from the sky as I crossed the driveway. It was not wearing a cape and was clearly dead.
The culprit was a common raven, having lost its grip on the rodent. Settling in a nearby elm, the raven patiently watched as I inspected its victim and then walked away. Once I was safely distant, he swooped down to retrieve his breakfast and moved on to a grove of trees to enjoy the meal.
Over my 65+ years of exploring nature, I have probably seen thousands of mice and hundreds of ravens. Yet, this morning's incident was new for me. One never knows what they might encounter in the great outdoors!
